This is Red Sox-Yankees. This is July. This is Fenway Park. Two and a half games separate the ancient rivals at the top of the American League East.
The possibilities are infinite.
Think of what could happen here over the next four days. Johnny Damon could incite the Yankees by saying something really dumb. George Steinbrenner could get slapped with a tampering charge for telling Damon to cut his hair if he really wants to be a Yankee next year. Gabe Kapler could arrive from Japan just in time to beat up Tanyon Sturtze if there's another bench-clearing brawl. Randy Johnson could toss a couple of Boston television cameramen into canvas alley. Bill Mueller could hit a walkoff home run against Mariano Rivera. Mark Bellhorn could strike out. Damon could say something really dumb. Alex Rodriguez could hit five homers and dominate the weekend -- or he could get caught shoplifting Winona Ryder DVDs at the Copley Mall. Gary Sheffield could get traded to the Mets. Fenway groundskeepers could plant flatulence devices on the Yankee bench. Jack Nicholson could throw out a first pitch. Curt Schilling could vault out of a wheelchair, limp up the hill, and whiff Derek Jeter with the bases loaded in the ninth. Damon could extend his hitting streak to 29 games, then say, ''Yeah, I think 56 is a reasonable goal."