BAD JUJU: Did 'Rob Sox' Beat Himself?

Moments ago, commenter Roger B. Calistro hit upon the culprit in the Yankees' Juju stumble:

Let us paraphrase Ronald Reagan: Mr. Robertson, roll down those pants. 

UPDATE, 9:31 PM:

UPDATE: D-Rob's juju works! Yankees win!

SEELY SHOCK: Rizzuto, Rumsfeld Two Peas In Pod

Seely: Basically, Rumsfeld and Rizzuto are the same critter: Old guys trying to tap dance. The difference is that Phil had the grace to stick with what he was meant to do: Broadcast Yankee games. He didn’t try to run wars. Rumsfeld looked out at the adoring media throngs and drank his own Kool-Aid. He saw himself as wise and whimsical. Listen, Barbash – the day you start running around, thinking yourself wise and whimsical, it’s over. Pack it in.

Rumpus: Listen Seely. I loved the Scooter. I listened to the Scooter growing up, and Donald Rumseld is no Phil Rizzutto.

Seely: They are astral twins, carbon copies, bone marrow matches. Seriously.

What outrageous thing will the author of "The Juju Rules" say next?

Yankee Juju Requests

Tonight, please devote your practice of Juju to these aims:

• That the novice Warren might look deep within and find six solid innings

• That Yankee bats might light up the rookie Quintana

• That the Rallye BMW Rally Moment might bear fruit 

• That, should the game be close, Joe might stay his hand from o'er-managing

• That Derek might get a hit and pass the dark lord Cal Ripken, Jr., on the all-time list

If Theo Epstein's Cubs Win The World Series Because Duque Went On Chicago Radio And Told Them How It's Done...

...how should we punish him?