A week ago, I was feeling confident about the Yankees' in the playoffs, maybe even a little cocky. Well, yesterday, the Tigers spanked the Yanks for the third game in a row and eliminated the Bronx Bombers way too easily.
For Yankee fans, this was, again, supposed to be the year that they won the World Series: the offense was amazing, the pitching was good, and the bullpen was better than it had been in a number of years. Plus, since the Red Sox had been eliminated in September, there wasn't a major, intense battle to win the AL East.
But now, with the loss to the Tigers brings a lot of uncertainty: will A-Rod be traded? (He shouldn't be - he's way too good of a player) Will Joe Torre be fired? (Once again, he shouldn't be. He's practically the Mayor of New York. As much as I used to love Lou Piniella, we don't need a return to the 1980's Yanks) Will they get better pitching? (I hope so because Jaret Wright obviously isn't the answer)
And with that uncertainty comes the reality that baseball moves on without the Yankees. Now, I must sit and watch the rest of the playoffs as a baseball fan, just praying that Steinbrenner doesn't make too many rash moves and lets Brian Cashman continue to do his job.
To add salt to the wound, I went to the Dodgers/Mets game last night.
(Photo Courtesy of Bill)
I grew up rooting for the Yanks, and hating the Mets. So with the Yankees out, I was pulling for the Dodgers. The crowd was trying their best to will the team to victory (and a number of near-fights happened in our section), but it was not to be. The Mets beat up on the Dodgers to sweep the series. Now I have to hear from Heather and Bill about how great the Mets are. Ugh.
Now I have to re-focus onto football and pray that the New York Giants turn their season around today and beat the crap out of the Redskins. Otherwise, this could turn into a terrible November too.