Dr. Death

What a bad day. For one second, all looked well for the Red Sox. They were on the verge of sweeping the final series between them and their archrival at Yankee Stadium and virtually knock them out of the playoffs.

One second later, the sweep was gone, and the Red Sox ace is scheduled to visit Dr. James Andrews.

Now to be fair, it's not Andrews' fault that Beckett may have a bum arm. He's just the messenger so to speak. So why do I want to shoot him?

Just the mention of his name sends chills down any sports fans' spine. Honestly, if you told me Beckett was seeing Dr. Kevorkian I don't think I would be this worried.

So here's what I propose: we stop calling DJA by name. Beckett's going to see old uncle Jimmy in Alabama, that's all. Hey, it might not really change things, but I might actually get some sleep tonight...or not.