That's the sound of a sweep. A clean sweep. A four-game sweep. A sweep of total domination.

I believe that's also the sound of gleeful joy, coming from the vicinity of Comerica Park, from a certain pinstriped third baseman. Why? Because he knows that very soon, a certain someone will become his newest fan. He's awfully excited about that.

And don't forget- I will require photographic proof of the fulfillment of the terms of the wager. Three days PLUS you have to wear your A-Rod shirt the next time you take in a game at the Cell. It's not that I don't trust you- it's that I just don't think the victory is complete without tangible spoils.