Sean B. Fitzgerald It doesn’t go something like this, it goes exactly like this.

I’m starting to embrace the “Dog Days”

What a weekend, huh? I mean, for me, as a Yankee fan. Your weekend could've been terrible. But mine was great. And by "great" I mean, the Yankees won. They won baseball games. All of them. And more importantly, they won them against the Red Sox. Thereby lengthening their division lead over Boston to 6.5 games.

It's funny how your overall mood changes based on how your favorite team is performing. If the Yankees are struggling, I am suddenly snarky and critical, everything I eat tastes bad, and one little inconvenience can set me off for the day. Not this weekend though. It could've been raining acid and fire I would have had an upbeat attitude. Yankee wins cures all ills. Especially in the manner they did it over the past four days.

Forget the fact that they were playing the Red Sox. These wins would have been considered epic if they played the Long Island Ducks. Having the wins be against Boston was just icing on the proverbial cake.

Coming into Thursday, the Yankees were 0-8 against the Red Sox for the season. A stat that has been shoved down the throats of Yankee fans since the last time the two teams met. But the Yankees changed for the better since then. They have a relatively healthy Alex Rodriguez, Mark Teixeira decided to start earning his paycheck, and Phil Hughes has become Goose Gossage circa 1977.

The series was a perfect storm for the Yankees. And they took advantage. The Red Sox were (and still are) seriously depleted. Jason Bay was out of the lineup for the first two games of the series with a hamstring injury. Big Papi, who was careless and took some supplements and blah blah blah, has been a shell of a shell of his former self. It's almost comical how much he has fallen off. There were pitches thrown to him this weekend, that if they were thrown to him in 2004, they would've landed on the Deegan. 2009, not so much. It looked like he was swinging a 20 pound bat and his arms were made of jello. Final box score from this weekend: 1 for 14, 2 BBs, 3 Ks, and millions of broken hearts.

You can really fault the Sox pitching for their humilation. Other than Smoltz (whom they designated for assignment), Beckett, Lester and even Buchholz held their own. In fact, the Yankees couldn't touch Beckett or Lester. So say what you will about Boston right now, but if they some how find a way into the playoffs, you can punch their ticket to the second round. Because no one is beating them in a short series (maybe the Tigers).

Since the beginning of the season, I've bemoaned the fact that the new stadium is dead. When I went there it felt cold and sterile. And don't even get me started on the $1,250 seats. Not to mention how half of the seats are empty, but the fans who are there couldn't be bothered. When they're not ordering food, they're either text messaging from their Blackberries or waving to the camera. WATCH THE GAME! YOU DIDN'T PAY (I'm assuming) A THOUSAND DOLLARS TO TEXT! Anyway, for obvious reasons, the fans were more into this series. It seemed like the old stadium for once. After Texieira's go-ahead home run in the eighth last night, the stadium was rocking like it's predecessor. Even the fancy seat jerks took time between texts to give a polite golf clap.

Right now, everyone is feeling good. With their rotation, bullpen, and lineup, the Yankees can coast into the playoffs. Which is something I am already nervous for. Since 2004, I can't seem to trust this team. No matter how many clutch hits they get, walk-offs by A-Rod, and shutdown performances by Sabathia, I'll always be nervous for the playoffs. In 2007, the Yankees went 6-0 against the Indians during the regular season. Playoffs come around, eliminated in five games. Essentially nothing matters what happens during the season once October hits. Nothing. I can only hope this good karma carries over to the next three months.