The Yankees’ cockamamie season came to a fitting conclusion the other night in California. In a game that decidedly pitted the Baseball Gods against the Bronx Bombers, the Yanks lost one that they should have won. Give the Angels credit for being opportunistic and taking advantage of the Yankees’ mistakes and blame New York for not playing their best ball when it counted most. Alex Rodriguez is getting killed here in New York, and he’ll just have to take the hit. He’s the teams’ marquee player and he had a bad series, so it comes with the territory. It doesn’t take away from his great season, but it sure was a lousy way to end it.
Still, as disappointing as losing to the Angels is, I feel curiously peaceful. The Yanks rebounded after a horrid start and played well enough down the stretch to win their divison and make the playoffs again. That is nothing to sneeze at. I’ve said this before but I think part of what distinguished the 96-01 teams was that they collectively appreciated how hard to was to win a World Series. It was a quality that made their run even more impressive because it wasn’t lost on the players how special their accomplishments were. However, I think some Yankee fans began to buy into the sense of entitlement that is peddled by George Steinbrenner and think the Yankees had somehow patented winning baseball. Now, the Yanks are becoming more like the Braves with each passing season–and I don’t mean that as a diss (or as literal comparison between how the two organizations are run). Ain’t so easy to win it every year. And as the old refrain against Steibrenner goes, you can’t arrange for success.
