This isn’t at all how it was supposed to happen.
First, the Yankees had a terrible start. This has happened before, but it was particularly bad this year, given the high payroll and the expectations – and then the addition of Roger Clemens, who had returned to “pitch them to the pennant.” The Red Sox had jumped far out in the lead, and there was talk of running away in the East – 14 1/2 games ahead at one point. But there was the ghost of 1978 to deal with. Only the most foolish made predictions.
Sometime after the All-Star Break the comeback began in earnest. Clemens arrived, pitched no better than adequately, and Mussina pitched horribly, and Rivera wasn’t himself. But despite horrible middle relief, the offense scored many, many, many runs. Torre kept calm; Steinbrenner kept quiet.
The lead shrank. The Red Sox played reasonably well. The Yankees were on fire. The Tigers and Mariners went in the tank, and all of a sudden the wild card looked possible. There was even talk of overtaking us. This would be the great comeback for the high-payroll team. (Nice to hear it, since they suffered the result of the greatest comeback ever in 2004.)
Manny went on a 24-game vacation. The Sox dropped two of three in Yankee Stadium, then got swept at Fenway. Jonathan Papelbon turned mortal. The Red Sox turned up a stellar rookie – Jacoby Ellsbury – and the Yankees had their own: Joba Chamberlain. Yankee broadcasts became more and more difficult to listen to (there’s nothing like the September arrogance on the Yankee Radio Network.)
Somehow they never quite caught up. No problem: wild card teams had consistently gone deep into the playoffs. The matchups were perfect: the Yankees had had trouble with the Angels all year, but “owned” the Indians and had “figured out” C.C. Sabathia. Yankees in 4. There was even no Met distraction: they’d given up a 7-game lead with 17 to go and finished one game behind the Phillies.
It was all set up for another “destiny and mystique” October.
Oops.
The Yankees didn’t own the Indians after all. There was the bug incident in Cleveland (the sort of twist of fate that always seemed to turn in New York’s favor in the past). And despite the fact that they came back big in Game 3, Roger Clemens left with an owie as expected. Steinbrenner even made his usual stupid comments. But Eric Wedge was made to look like a genius: he brought Paul Byrd out in Game 4 and he danced through six innings, turning it over to the bullpen, including the very scary Joe Borowski.
Now the big bucks payroll team will get shaken up, starting with the manager, and ending with the best player in baseball (who finally had a couple of hits, though I expect Steve Summers to continue to label him “A-Fraud” on WFAN. Sweet music.) Who knows who’ll write his $30M paycheck next year?

Sad A-Rod Face. Again.
Indians – Red Sox starts Friday. Each team has strengths and weaknesses; both deserve to be in the ALCS. As Curt Schilling famously said a few years ago, “Destiny and mystique sound like a couple of strippers.”
The Y2K curse continues.


















Between the Seconds
These are pretty cool: images of stopped action.