How my wife is like Joe DiMaggio

She's never shilled for Mr. Coffee or married a movie star or hit in 56 consecutive games or had a monument to her in Yankee Stadium. Paul Simon has never sung about her, unless she was Rosie, the Queen of Corona in a previous life. She's never homered more than she struck out or had two brothers play in the major leagues or been inducted into the National Baseball Hall of Fame.

But, thanks to Ernest Hemingway, I have always associated bone spurs in the feet with Joe DiMaggio. And that's what the Yankees great and Cate have in common. Today she had surgery to have it shaved down, so she's upstairs resting and the kids are reluctantly watching television since I've forbidden them from clinging to her.

I'm guarding the Vicodin closely.