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.