The Yanks came back strong from their first loss of the postseason and put up 10 on the helpless Angels.  But don’t let the score fool you, this game certainly wasn’t lacking in the entertainment department.  Here were my favorite moments…

- Scott Kazmir making the decision early on that since he couldn’t find rhythm or consistency, he would just pitch as slow as humanly possible.  I see the logic, hoping the ump might get distracted by something in the crowd in his downtime, then in a panic call a strike he didn’t see.  The downside though, was that the first four innings of this game ran just under 4 hours.

- 3rd base umpire Tim McClelland beginning his stellar night of complete ineptitude by calling Nick Swisher out for leaving early on a tag up in which he clearly had not.  Though to be fair, maybe McClelland was just setting the world right being that Swisher had been called safe on a pick off at second moments earlier, when he was clearly out and should not even still have been on the base paths.  In any case, umpiring has reached the summit of Mount Useless this postseason.

- Tex finally picks up a hit, then A-Rod drives him in with yet another home run.  Following the game a jubilant Rodriguez would slap Reggie Jackson and demand he hand over the rights to the Mr. October monicker.

- Jorge Posada somehow advancing only from second to third on Robbie Cano’s booming double to center field.  Although Torii Hunter did pull out the old school “pretend to catch it when it’s twenty feet over your head” move in center field, I see that one showing up on the next And 1 Mixtape.

- Perhaps setting the bar for most retarded 30 seconds in playoff history, Posada and Cano find themselves both at third and in a moment of epic stupidity, decide neither of them should go back to the bag as Angels catcher Mike Napoli tags them out.  But hold the phone, who’s the 3rd base umpire?  Tim McClelland, who only calls Posada out because that crafty Cano just put his foot on the bag and acted nonchalant, and that was more than enough to convince McClelland he’d been there the whole time.  Playoff umpires… best of the best.

- Kendry Morales absolutely blasts a neck high Sabathia fastball into center to start off CC’s first tough inning, prompting Tim McCarver to temporarily back off his theory that Sabathia could pitch 80 more innings if necessary.

- After getting a fresh coat of white-out put on his finger nails in the dugout, Jorge Posada swipes them under Nick Swisher’s nose causing the outfielder to pop up in his seat.  Have we just discovered the secret to Nick Swisher’s happy-go-lucky “high on life” attitude?

- A dominating 7th inning by Sabathia has McCarver and Joe Buck not even talking about the game, but rather sharing stories that explain why CC is not only an amazing pitcher, but possibly the greatest man alive.  In commentator terms, this is the baseball equivalent to “Favre-ing” someone.

- A-Rod adds a single and another run for good measure.  Anyone else starting to think Kate Hudson has a detailed ’stats-to-sexual favors’ formula that has Alex filling up the box scores?

- Chad Gaudin is inserted in the 9th inning to close it out in the Yankees’ “sorry we haven’t used you in 127 innings” moment.

- McCarver and Buck point out that it is the 99th birthday of the voice of Yankee Stadium Bob Sheppard, saying he is affectionately known around the old stadium as the “voice of God.”  Seems a bit overdone, but in all fairness Sheppard was hanging out with God back when everyone just called him “Jerry.”  In all seriousness though a well deserved happy birthday to a man the fans truly miss having around.

- I give all the credit in the world to Pat Sajak, who is still going strong in the 9th and refuses to leave early.  The longtime Wheel of Fortune host needed only to buy one vowel to complete his postgame reaction puzzle: S-H—T!

- Gaudin throws his hat in the ring for heir to Mariano’s throne with a 1-2-3 inning.  See you in the next complete blowout Chad!

- A final shot in the commentator booth reveals Joe Buck’s oversized head snapping back and dispensing a giant Pez candy for Tim McCarver’s postgame enjoyment.

- Yankee skipper Joe Girardi announces that A-Rod and CC will start Thursday’s game 5… alone… on short rest…….. blindfolded.

Giants’ “top defensive unit” torched by Brees and Saints in 48-27; Referee Ed Hochuli’s call of unnecessary buffness on himself in fourth quarter puts exclamation point on Saints’ dominating effort.

Sanchez throws 5 INT’s in Jets OT loss to Bills’ reserves; Rookie quarterback’s performance shaken by wind, cold, and general existence of defensive backs.

Knicks top Maccabi Tel Aviv in game featuring belligerent coach refusing to leave the floor; Knicks brass extend job offer to irate coach with explanation “It’s not like he sexually harassed anyone while blaming his own failed suicide attempt on his young daughter.”

Yankees head to LA with comfortable 2-0 lead; A-Rod sends memo to the general population apologizing if he has unintentionally rained his clutch down upon them mercilessly.

So what in the world happened to the Jets on MNF?  Where did the dominating Gang Green that was favored even on the road disappear to?  After a second loss in a row, it’s time to start wondering where we place the blame…

- Mark Sanchez, master of poise, for being slightly out-poised by a second year backup who by all accounts never had the poise-filled headlines to warrant saying he’d be a remotely poised challenger in a battle of poiseyness.

- Rex Ryan for wasting countless hours of valuable defensive game planning time to come up with vicious Yo Momma jokes to shout at Channing Crowder.

- The bastards at Pillsbury whose ill-advised placement of endzone Totino’s Pizza Rolls billboards clearly pushed Ricky Williams to his 6.2 yards per carry mark.

- Jets DE Calvin Pace, whose return from suspension threw a wrench in the spokes of the Jet defenders who struggled throughout the game to see around his massive, Peanuts-character head.

- Dolphins minority owner and grammy winner Marc Anthony for intimidating the Jets into distraction by staring down at the game like an evil dictator perched ominously atop his kingdom (in a luxury booth with Dwyane Wade and Gabrielle Union).

- The fans, whose steadfast belief and collective hope year in and year out only encourages the wrath of a vengeful and clearly kinda just plain douchey God.

Yanks advance to ALCS finishing off Twins 4-1: Pavano puts forth solid effort, but ultimately wilts under crippling pressure of Minnesota media.

Manning’s injured heel a non-issue as G Men rock Raiders 44-7; Oakland hoping pro showdown at least tuned them up for better results in next week’s grudge match against Division III standout Sycamore State University Extension Center.

Angels rally in 9th, knock off Sox to complete sweep; Papelbon earns place among strongest “closers” in baseball as epic bed-pooing closes the book on Boston’s year.

Broncos shock Pats, move to 5-0 in Tecmo Bowl throw-up uniforms.

Wright’s always been charitable, and this time he was just doing a favor for NASA, so astronauts could track his at-bats from space station Mir.

Wright said he was still a little bit woozy from his concussion and accidentally put on Mr. Met’s helmet.

Wright actually wore the helmet as a promotional stunt for the upcoming sequel to 17 Again called Holy S!@# I’m Suddenly 9.

Wright said he plans to wear the helmet as long as Bill Pullman is out there trying to prevent him from stealing all the air from planet Druidia.

Little-known fact: When Mark Sanchez farts, butterflies come out.

And that’s actually the most unsavory thing about the Jets’ young quarterback.

Normally, here at the Editorial Whee!, we’re the most self-flaggelating of Jets fans. We firmly believe that, if left to their own devices, the Jets will go 8-8 in every season, just bad enough to miss the playoffs but just good enough to miss out on a decent draft pick.

Last year, they were one Dick Mauron gaffe away from that record.

This year, something funny is happening to us, and we don’t quite understand it yet. It’s kind of like puberty, except this time the funny feeling in our pants is hope for Gang Green. Oh, and it also probably has to do with our giant mancrush on Mark Sanchez.

Look at him, for chrissakes! He’s f@#$ing beautiful. Look at his eyes. That’s what a quarterback looks like.

Oh, what’s that Brett Favre, you detestable fool? You’re not done yet? In the words of the great Billy Wagner, “f@#$ing shocker.”

We were on vacation a couple of weeks ago when Favre first broke the news that he was staying retired, which, incidentally, is not breaking news.The word “news” comes from the term “new,” meaning something that has not happened before, or was not happening long before it became news. Staying in the state you were already in does not constitute news.

Nor does lying to everyone to get out of training camp, incidentally. Not when you do the same thing every single year.

The real news would have been if the football season actually started and Brett Favre wasn’t on a team. That would have been novel. But no, it’s not happening.

Sorry, Tarvaris Jackson. Enjoy the long shadow of the most overrated human in the history of the species.

Have we expressed how much we dislike Brett Favre here? We’re not sure if we’ve made it clear, but we should: Brett Favre sucks. He’s not actually good at football. Why the Vikings haven’t recognized this yet is beyond us.

Here’s a recap of a forthcoming Brett Favre play: Favre drops back to pass… can’t find the open man (even though he’s clearly there, in the flat, wide open)… here comes the pressure!… And Favre gets away! What a move to evade the defender… scrambling deeper into the pocket now, he sees a man, throws!…. and it’s… absolutely nowhere near anyone on his team and right into the hands of the waiting defender who’s the only person even visible on the TV screen at the time he catches the ball, making you really wonder why Brett Favre felt the need to just throw the ball as far as he possibly could to show off his stupid, strong arm once again.

The only upside Brett Favre brings is he’s stunned us back into writing here. Not that it was stunning.

Livan Hernandez leads Mets to 8-3 win in Houston; Mets fans still coming to terms with over the hill, over the weight limit pitcher serving as their bright spot in 2009.

Yanks hold off A’s to finish off 9-1 homestand; Jeter passes Bernie Williams on most games played list, anxiously looking forward to passing him on most chart-topping smooth guitar albums list.

Stephon Marbury launches spectacle with Starbury.tv; Former all-star who caused the Knicks to lose millions of dollars and countless games decides to give back to those he wronged, allowing bitter fans and execs the opportunity to watch him lose his damn mind in a public forum.

Manhattan DA says that one way or another, Plaxico Burress will be serving jail time; Burress’ attorneys hopeful that Harris Smith will be able to serve sentence while Plaxico avoids missing any time on the playing field.

Bombers coast on their way to a seventh straight win, drop A’s 6-3; Hughes masterful out of bullpen again, picking up first save and prompting Yankee brass to formulate set of “Hughes Rules” that will strictly monitor his pitch count and eventually render him useless.

Binghamton B-Mets mascot Bingo sums up 2009 in the Mets organization with simple and understated, yet poignantly metaphorical genital bashing.

After examination in New York, Wang and Yankees looking to get second opinion on right shoulder; Renowned orthopedist Dr. James Andrews expected to confirm original diagnosis that Wang’s pitching arm does in fact suck.

Free agent forward David Lee frustrated by negotiations with Knicks; Up and coming star says he just wants what he deserves from the suddenly stingy Knicks, pointing out “It’s not like I’m asking for Jerome James level money here.”

White Sox pitcher Mark Buehrle tosses perfect game against Rays; Buehrle ecstatic, aside from the fact that he owes DeWayne Wise at least a Bentley for saving his ass in the 9th.

Mets shut down by lowly Nationals with 4-0 loss in Washington; Receiving even more devastating injury news, Amazins also learn that their collective dignity, which was previously thought to be out for a few weeks, is officially done for the year and will require off-season surgery.

Yanks play textbook baseball in win over Orioles, now stand alone in first place in the division; Red Sawks fans still happily tossing around the fact that they have yet to lose to the Bombers this year though, because apparently, THAT is the real championship.

Frustrated Mets executive challenges minor leaguers to fistfight; Bernazard also reportedly gives indian burn to a baby, and kicks puppy after losing in what he believed to be a severely flawed game of Red Light, Green Light.

Former MMA star shocked to see false stories of his death posted all over the web; ”Who am I, Screech?!,” the confounded Leopoldo wondered aloud, “Not cool.”