Their pitching staff in disarray, their hitters de-juiced and decrepit (save for Arod of course), and their owner on the way to his grave, finally then, this was supposed to be the year. Those of us who hate the Yankees were going to revel in the sweet sound of an imploding dynasty emanating from the Bronx. But a funny thing happened on the way to this funeral.
By reeling off 9 wins in their last 12 games, the Yanks find themselves back in a familiar position, first place in the Wild Card standings, and a scant 2.5 games back of first in the AL East. As depressing as it may be for all Yankee haters, they seem to be coming on at just the right time. Giambi has found his stroke and their starters have been coming around to stabilize their staff. Rivera is still Rivera and since they seem to score 8 every night, the very (and I do mean VERY) annoying possibility of yet another Yankees/Red Sox AL playoff battle looms large. I’d like to think God wouldn’t be that cruel to this long suffering Blue Jays fan, hell I’d take the A’s vs. the White Sox in a…ahem…New York minute. But of course that would go against whatever Faustian bargain that Steinbrenner and that little runt Epstein have struck. Thus we know what awaits us come October. Jack Buck and Tim McCarver, direct from the Bronx, rhapsodizing poetic about the, “Greatest Rivalry in Sports.”
Just put the bullet in my head now.