It is chilly in New York this morning, the first day of October and this much we know: The Yankees are in the playoffs. Again. It’s gotten to the point where it is hard to separate the crisp fall air with the Yankees and the playoffs.
So, let’s appreciate this moment. There will be plenty of time to sweat and fret about the division title this evening. Sure, a playoff game–likely against the A’s–is not preferable. But the Yanks could win the division and lose to Verlander and the Tigers in the first round. They could win the wildcard game and advance to the Whirled Serious. Who knows? Plus, it feels as if every game for the past month as been a one-game playoff anyway.
Still, we couldn’t do anything but dream “what if” unless they made the playoffs. And they have, once again.
For that, we give thanks.
Amen.
Yeah, I'm thankful, and hopeful, and all the good things that come during baseball's Holy Month, but I can't suppress, even for a minute, the edgier emotions that the season brings along with a visit from our old friends from Boston. We've got an angry, one-legged dog standing between us and the Division title. We've got no choice but to get seriously humane on old Fido. Then we can really be thankful.
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