When Alex Cora got up, dusted himself off, and tried to control himself long enough to refrain from going after Lyle Overbay, another thought popped into his head as angry mutterings popped out of his mouth. He just hoped his mother -- or daughter or wife -- wasn't watching and reading lips yesterday. (Full article: 694 words)

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