Of course, the “normal” people at the reception went up to her after her talk and asked her how her Uncle Teddy was doing, why Hillary wasn’t picked as the VP candidate, what she thinks about the bailout, health care, etc. Not me. When it was my turn to step up and shake her hand, I had only one thing on my mind.

“I’m curious,” I said. “You live in New York, but your family compound is in Massachusetts. And Neil Diamond named that Fenway song, ‘Sweet Caroline’, after you. So are you a Yankee fan or a Red Sox fan?”

She seemed taken aback for a second, then said, “Both teams.” She smiled apologetically. “I know I’m not supposed to be but I am.”

I was about to launch into a whole litany of reasons why she should like the Yankees more, but luckily for her she was whisked away by a security guy.

Speaking of the Yankees, what a wretched game tonight against the Jays (bye, bye Carl). Unlike last night’s game, which had a few things to appreciate, tonight’s game was a waste of time. Aside from the incredibly speedy Brett Gardner and his improving offense, there was no one to applaud. Well, except Roy Halladay. I was actually rooting for him to get his 20th win. I wish the Yankees had a horse like him. He not only pitches complete games and strikes batters out, but he fields his position really well. I want us to buy him, trade for him, kidnap him in the dead of night and smuggle him into the Bronx. I’m jealous of Toronto because they have him and we don’t. Petty of me, but there it is.