But it was a lot of fun while it lasted.
Tell the truth. Did you ever think the 2017 Yankees would make it all the way to Game 7 of the ALCS? I didn’t. Not until the first win of the Cleveland series. Then I believed, truly I did, that this team might just be capable of anything, even winning the World Series. They were that resilient.
But in the end, they didn’t have that little extra special mix of players. The starting pitching was brilliant until it was not. The relievers were almost without exception (poor Betances) terrific. The defense was spotty; too many errors. And the offense was both tremendous and nonexistent. Clearly, this was a team that thrived at Yankee Stadium and looked helpless in Houston.
We have a fantastic core of young players who, with more seasoning, could go on to be a force in future postseasons. But if I were Cashman, I would think about acquiring a top Verlander-type starter, maybe Yu Darvish, especially since we don’t know if Tanaka and CC will opt out. I would find replacements/new homes for Ellsbury, Castro and Headley. I would try to hold onto to Todd Frazier. I would send Gary Sanchez to catcher bootcamp and teach him how to hang onto the ball behind the plate. And I would make every single player learn how to hit a damn curveball.
Will I miss hearing Joe Buck go on and on about Altuve? No. Ugh.
But oh what was a wonderful season it turned out to be – a season of games that were so much fun to watch. This Yankees team gave us so much pleasure, along with the occasional frustration, and I applaud them for achieving far more than anyone expected, including me. I’m sad it’s all over, and I’ll throw my support to the Dodgers the rest of the way, but we got October baseball. Can’t ask for more than that.