I feel like there’s a party going on and I wasn’t on the guest list. I’m talking about a profound bummer here – a sense that every baseball fan is having fun but me. Well, except for fans in Chicago, Milwaukee and Anaheim, plus all the cities whose teams didn’t even make the postseason. I’d love to be one of those people in, say, Kansas City who says cheerfully, “I didn’t expect to get into the playoffs so what’s the big deal?” But I’m not. I’m a Yankee fan and Yankee fans expect. And we really, really aren’t used to being left out.
Oh, I suppose I could be a good sport and celebrate THIS…
Fine. I’m happy for the Rays. But you can’t make me high-five myself at the sight of Kevin Youkilis’s bald head. That would be asking too much.
What is there to say about the dreadful White Sox? Nothing. Like the Angels, they gave it their best shot but were exposed as leaders of weak divisions. Clearly, the AL East is where the action is in the American League. As for Dodgers-Phillies? Let’s go, Joe.
Back to the Yankees. While there is merriment elsewhere, let us Yankee fans not forget that our beloved closer is going under the knife tomorrow.
Mo’s right shoulder will be operated on by this man….
Dr. David Altchek, who happens to be the medical director for the Mets. (I think he did Posada’s surgery too.) Does anyone else find it odd that the Yankees don’t have their own guy to perform delicate operations? If I were Hankenstein, I wouldn’t let the doctor of my crosstown rival so much as touch a hangnail on one of my players. But then I’m just sulking right now. I’ll get over it.