One, two, three: not it

You know, I questioned the wisdom of wearing a Dan Haren T-shirt to a Randy Johnson start, afraid that it would bring the Big Unit bad luck. I was right. Johnson gave up eight runs and was pulled in the fifth. What followed was the most furious game of paper, rock, scissors ever witnessed as an exhausted bullpen tried desperately to avoid being sent out, lest their arms fall off.

We lost 12-3. My record at Chase Field now stands at 1-2, with both losses being blowouts. An interesting statistic, to be sure.

Less than a month and we'll both be at Fenway. Let's see if my luck is bi-costal.