My … precious!  Cliff Lee was back in our lives for one glorious night (until he goes off into the sunset of some jackass team I hate even more than the Rangers next season) and it felt just like old times.  8 innings, 1 run, 1 walk, 8 strikeouts.  Sheer tenacity!  Of course, the ony difference is, he kicked OUR asses tonight.  What, you didn’t think Jason Vargas could make 1 run hold, did you?  I’ve missed you, Cliff Lee!  For one night only, I silently rooted for you to succeed against my team (except when Ichiro was at bat; then I rooted for infield singles).  That probably won’t ever happen again … but I don’t know how to quit you Cliff Lee!  All right, this is getting mighty gay, I’m going to go now.