Death and taxes. Certainties for man.
Red Sox and Yankees. Certainties for
baseball.
Once again, they meet to decide the fate of the American League.
And once again, I’m left saying: Again?
But I have two schools of thought here.
As a fan of baseball, I want parity, but yet as that same fan of baseball, Yankees and Red Sox doesn’t get any better. A-Rod. The hatred. The fact that they are 32-32 head-to-head in the past three seasons. Each team has nine wins in its final at-bat. Last year’s American League Championship Series.
Aaron (bleeping) Boone anyone?
No more script is needed.
But on the other hand, the problem I have is that the Yankees and the Red Sox have the two highest payrolls in baseball.
And while big money can indeed buy you a ticket to the playoffs, big money cannot buy your way out of a curse.
Sorry, Red Sox.
Big money cannot buy your way out of playing the role of victim for almost 90 years.
Again, sorry.
Big money can only put the players out there to have a chance to succeed. It’s the players who need to come through in
the end.
After all, you can’t expect the Curse of the Bambino to be out for a hot dog during the eighth and ninth innings.
A note to Red Sox starting pitcher Pedro Martinez, calling the Yankees your daddy doesn’t do anything to boost team morale.
If that’s the case, then we need to christen this year’s Aaron (bleeping) Boone or Bucky (bleeping) Dent right now.
How bout John (bleeping) Olerud or Tony (bleeping) Clark?
Because the only thing that those (bleeping) players do is find a way to get a
Yankee victory.
Do you remember the last Red (bleeping) Sox player?
“If you’re a Yankee fan, or if you’re not a Yankee fan,” former Yankee Paul O’ Neill said, “you have to admit, we’re winners.”
Noted. I can’t discredit a team that has more World Series titles than players who have hit for the cycle in their history, but I can safely say that I hate the (bleeping)
Yankees.
This was supposed to be the year when the Yankees had the most questions. An aging starting pitching staff and an iffy bullpen were the big ones. The meat of the Yankees this year was the meat the Yankees sent to the plate.
“You’re not sitting in that dugout watching 747 after 747 coming to the plate for them,” Minnesota manager Ron Gardenhire said of writers.
“You’re not seeing A-Rod, a guy who’s like 6-6, standing on second base and then stealing third and diving into the bag.”
The airport that is the Yankees (all 747s) and Red Sox (mostly 737s and some aging DC-10s) series becomes operational again
because it’s fate. The mythical baseball gods, 310 million in combined payroll, and Yankee lore would have it no other way.
So Saturday against the Twins was just another Yankee moment. So in turn, logic and reason would dictate that the (bleeping) Yankees are heirs to the World Series throne, again.
However, I think their luck has run out.
The Red Sox will beat the Yankees.
Again.
The Red Sox will beat the Yankees. In seven.
I know I’m (bleeping) nuts, but hear me out.
The Red Sox are better on defense. The starting pitching is better, even though he may be intimidated. The Red Sox are five outs better than last year. Curt Schilling is those five outs. And lastly, Red Sox manager Terry Francona will have the dugout phone in his hand the entire series.

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