Watching the Golden State Warriors yesterday do their thing even without their brightest star made me realize I should triple-double down on whatever bets I can take for them to win the NBA championship. Lock it up.

I wish I could say the same for the Caps, Caps, Caps, though I proceed with the cautious optimism growing among the vast wilds of suburban D.C. Look for tonight’s matchup to be a tone setter.

And in the game of base… how about the delightful assortment of aces on parade yesterday throughout MLB? They say baseball doesn’t market its stars; by divine or planned intervention yesterday’s pitching performances were a treat for the most casual or diehard fan. Leading the charge, of course, was a certain Mr. Kershaw of Los Angeles, who not only pitched a shutout while fanning 14 and surrendering zero walks—compiling a game score of 95 for those of you interested in such things—but knocked in the game’s only run!

Then there were my friends visiting Fenway Park. For once I was not envious of those sitting in the rain and cold of Boston in May. A classic Yankees-Red Sox affair, no doubt, won unfortunately by the home team to complete their sweep of my beloved and recently hapless Bronx Bombers. Proof again, though, why these teams deserve to play on the national stage every night of the week.

And now we commence the silly part of the day known to some as “work,” and to others, “no sports happening yet.”