That’s right. He has a mother. All we’ve heard about is the dad who raised him while having polio and getting around on that motorized chair. Now we hear from Mommy Dearest via this link on Peter Abraham’s blog. Judging by the photo in the article, Joba looks exactly like her. Scary. Now if the Yankees were in a pennant race, I wouldn’t really care about yet another dysfunctional family. (Doesn’t Joba have a son too, and who’s the mom there?) But we fans need distractions from our sad season, if for no other reason than to keep us from dwelling on the Sox-Rays game tonight – the opener of a series that actually means something. Call me a big baby, but I’m feeling left out of all the fun.