Am I alone? We've been feeling so sorry for the poor, little Yankees, their injuries, the Boston sweep, that 2-0 CC lead that went poof against the Sox . . . that I hadn't even noticed until yesterday how well they've been playing:
Six out of seven against Cleveland and Texas, two passably competent rivals.
A sweep of the Lee-less Rangers. In fact, Cliff Lee's absence seemed to release Yankee batters like prisoners into the sun.
39-28. Since the 17-9 start, and the high-water mark, 22-19.
We're sitting here waiting for the injuries like a Gaklveston hotelier sitting on the Seawall. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, but the big one is 200 miles offshore and closing fast.