It looked rocky there for a bit. The easy victory disappeared over the fence with one long Raul Ibanez homer, and suddenly we were within one run of a very disheartening defeat. The Twins don't lrob Johan Santana of wins, not this year. But when Richie Sexson hit a ball that Cuddy lost in the sun (and who knew Seattle had sun, anyway?) and suddenly the tying run was in scoring position with Nathan off a string of rocky outings (Batgirl blames the newborn baby, but she might be projecting), it looked as if we might. And then Jose Guillen strode to the plate, and we needed Joe to remember who he is--not some regular Joe, some other closer, fallible, almost perfect but human--all too human. No, he is Automatic, the VP, the Nathanest of Joes, and he is here to strike you out and end this game and send us all home happy, for he is Joe Nathan and that is what he does.

And finally, he remembered. And with one pathetic flail of Jose Guillen's bat, Joe became the Nathanest again.And that's why you, Mr. Vice President, are the Boyfriend of the Day.

Goober/ Justin 3, Sooz/Cuddy 2, Readers/Field 2, BabyDash/Bart 1, Batgirl/ Chairman 1, BatCub/Torii 1, Jeb/LNP 0.