Watching the Yankees die a thousand deaths this year has all the delicious splendor of that day and year and decade when the Montreal Canadians watched Patrick Roy let in nine goals, tell the owner, GM and coach behind the bench that he was never playing for the loser club again and get traded to Colorado where he went on to confirm himself as the greatest goalie of all time. Of Roger’s outing last night against the lowly Orioles, the NYT’s story this morning begins:
It feels like falling off a cliff, Joe Torre said Wednesday night after another loss, and the metaphor is appropriate. The Yankees had reached a high point before this trip, but suddenly they are plunging to depths never experienced in Torre’s 12 years as manager.
Nice to see that it was eastern Ontarian Erik Bedard for Baltimore who shut down the opposition. Clemens, on the other hand, is now 1-3 with a 5.42 E.R.A. in his four starts.
Why do I care? Is it always good to relish the failures of the great? Wouldn’t the world be a better place of Clemens wages originally estimated at around a million bucks a win (now estimated at five) had gone to a worthy cause…like minor league player development? Is there any hope for my prayers to be answered and the final AL East standings ending up Boston, Baltimore, Tampa, Toronto, New York?