My hands have been shaking all day. And probably will continue to do so for the remainder of the postseason. I've been reduced to little more than a teething infant.

And it's only Game 1.

Tonight, the Yankees pit their best and widest CC Sabathia (18-8, 3.37) against the Twins 3rd best, 3rd blandest Brian Duensing (5-2, 3.64), whose history against New York is less than terrifying (2.2 innings of relief, 13.50 ERA, 53 pitches.) As unintimidating as these numbers are, the intimidating levels of the number 5 eclipse this. As in, 5-game series. I hate the ALDS.

DON'T BE OVEREAGER. Not that I'm one to talk, but let's stay level-headed [read: sit on pitches, wear him out, tee off].

This series is going to be decided by how well Alex Rodriguez, Mark Teixeira, and our 1-2-3 starters fare. Simple as that. Call it momentum or energy or fire, but as invigorating as their 12-inning walk-off win may have been for the Twins last night, the Yankees are pushing a power play on them. This is the absolute most prime opportunity to capitalize on their full-rest and the Twins unquestionably worn off staff.

I'm going to go quietly sip gin in the corner of my office now. One fluid ounce for every time I have to read "$161 million" attached to CC's name.