My dearest friends,

Batgirl went on a journey this weekend, not of space and time, but of mind. Okay, actually it was of space. Batgirl had been most disheartened by her beloved boys' unceremonious exit in the ALDS against the blasted Yankees. There came a time, during the series, when she decided she didn't even care about the rest of the postseason anymore--all she wanted was for the Twins to send the Yankees home feeling really bad about themselves.

And then Batgirl was given a gift. A gift not of diamonds or a sushi dinner, but of a spiritual quest. To Boston. To Fenway Park. Home of Batgirl's best hopes. Or they were, once, before they went down 0-3, and why on earth did they let Leskanic pitch to Sheffield when Sheffield's batting, like, .800 against him? I mean, really?

But that's not the point. The point is Batgirl was given a gift, not of space or time, but of playoff tickets. To Sunday's game. At Fenway Park. In Boston. Massachusetts. And all Batgirl--who had already been present for two Yankee playoff victories in the fair city of Minneapolis and was decidedly sick of the whole experience--wanted was to see the Yankees defeated. Preferably in humilating fashion. Preferably with a nice effort by Doug Mientkiewicz and a star-spangled hootenany of a game by David "Junior" Ortiz.

That she got. It was late, it was very cold, but it was glorious. For one night, and maybe one night only, the Yankees were made to feel bad about themselves. And Batgirl got to see it.

And that's why you, David Ortiz, are the boyfriend of the day.