This and almost every weekday a.m. during baseball season, let's rise and shine together to recap the most recent diamond doings. Roll Call starts in the Bronx, where they rumbled.

Game of the Day: Blue Jays 10, Yankees 4

Foolish pride of the Yankees: What in the name of Yogi Berra, Bill Dickey and Thurman Munson is Jorge Posada(notes) doing? Posada personally instigated a bench-clearing brawl — which included actual punches landed — Tuesday night after overreacting to a pitch Toronto reliever Jesse Carlson(notes) threw behind his backside.

Here are moving pictures of the incident.

The Yankees appear to be cruising to the AL East title, they have the best record in the league and all they need to do is stay healthy as they prepare for the playoffs — you know, the thing they missed last season? And yet, the ego of one of the Yanks' leaders is writing checks the team cannot cash. It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt, Jorge. Starting with yourself.

As Pete Abraham in the LoHud Blog points out, you knew the Jays would retaliate after Mark Melancon(notes) drilled Aaron Hill(notes) in the back. So, Carlson did, by throwing behind (in Shawn Estes fashion) Posada's posterior. The pitch wasn't anywhere near Posada's head, but must have whizzed by his brains. And, because he's a hothead, Posada started steaming at Carlson.

"You don't want to do that," Posada can be seen saying on the replay.

The benches cleared, including the bullpens, but everyone went back to their respective corners when the fuss died.

After Posada worked a walk and later came around to score, he crossed Carlson's path on the way back to the Yankees dugout and gave him a shove. Classy. Carlson called him out for being a punk and Posada charged after him, clearing the benches again.

This time, punches were thrown — evidenced by the shiner on Carlson's head which reminds me of two other marks, the one on Mikhail Gorbachev (above, center) and the Big Red Spot on Jupiter. A fan even threw a full bottle of soda pop into the scrum and hit umpire Derryl Cousins in the knee; he had to leave the game. All because a 38-year-old got his feelings hurt.

Abraham also said he saw A.J. Burnett(notes) wrestling (this was in the fight), the arms of Mark Teixeira(notes) being held back and even Derek Jeter(notes) being agitated. One of them goes down, so do the Yankees chances come October. There's also the matter of discipline from Major League Baseball. Posada probably will get five games off. He's lucky.

"We've already had a discussion," manager Joe Girardi said. "I told them there is a lot at stake here and we can't afford to get anyone hurt or lose anyone or get people suspended. We can't do that."

Posada seems embarrassed now. At least he's catching up.

"It's something that shouldn't happen, you know? You've got to carry the weight and hopefully we can end it tonight. ... It's hard to compose yourself," Posada said. "I don't want my kids to see that. Hopefully they won't."

Go sell your book.

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Feelin' Rundown (nobody else was kung fu fighting):

Giants 10, Rockies 2: Though he's still got a ways to go to pay off the $126 million, this was Barry Zito's(notes) first really big win for the Giants, who have made the Rockies look unpresidential the past two games, outscoring them 19-3. ... Juan Uribe(notes), who's the Panda? Damn right.

Dodgers 5, Pirates 4 (13 inn.): This makes for a major league-leading six game-ending hits for Andre Ethier(notes), whose two-run homer shamed Ryan Doumit's(notes) RBI single in the top of the inning. L.A.'s magic kingdom number for clinching a playoff berth is 10.

Red Sox 4, Angels 1: I'll never get tired of this picture of Dice-K, in his inflatable winter coat, and agent Boras.

Athletics 6, Rangers 1: As counterintuitive as it seems, they've run out of gas in Texas. Better call the Lord Humungous to fix that, pronto.

Royals 11, Tigers 1: KC's Robinson Tejeda(notes), making a case for ... something. ... Jarrod Washburn's(notes) knee finally gave way, joining his other ineffective body parts. The Tigers are having trouble piecing together a pitching rotation, so appealing to the league to use a tee, or having one of the opposing teams' fathers pitch, seem like real options.

Twins 5, Indians 4: No time to mourn Justin Morneau(notes) — we got a second-rate division to steal!

White Sox 6, Mariners 3: Yeah, the White Sox too, sheesh.

Marlins 2, Cardinals 1: An intro is in order for Sean Puffy Diddy Nine West. ... The difference: Dan Uggla's(notes) ability off the tee.

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1-2-3 (knock this out, go get breakfast):

Orioles 10, Rays 5: Eat your Wieters.

Phillies 5, Nationals 0: Cliff Mock(s) you.

Braves 6, Mets 0: Tommy's a 10.

Reds 5, Astros 4: Double your Janish.

Cubs 13, Brewers 7: Milwalkee. Drew Barrymore!

D-backs 4, Padres 2: Reynolds raps 42.

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