It is raining now, hard, and the sense that this Yankee season, this Yankee Dynasty, is soon to be washed away is almost tangible.
The Red Sox look unstoppable, at least in the AL. Somehow, the Bombers managed to hold them off for most of the game last night, but as the 9th inning began, a sense of impending doom seemed to permeate the humid air. Mariano, the great Mariano, has a spell of relative ineffectiveness every year, but now it’s hard to say whether this is just one of those spots, or he really has lost a notch. He can no longer just blow hitters away. He dances at the corners of the zone, afraid to lay out a fat pitch. When was the last time he sawed off a bat? He has become human.
The Sox, meanwhile, have the look of the Angels of ’02 at the plate. They hit through the lineup, for power and average. Manny and Ortiz (and for the Yanks, Damon) threaten destruction with every at bat. The starting pitching is superior. The bullpen is solid. The bench is stacked. The defense is vastly improved. Counting on curses and history to stop this team is foolish. Perhaps only the Cardinals have the power.
We write this depressing note on what should be a banner day: Barry has hit no. 700. Bravo.