They owned us in last night’s series finale and they owned us all season. They’re our daddy. They took it to us. They flat-out beat us over and over, with a few blips in between.
After being shut out last night – shut out! – by the Jays’ starting pitcher, Marcus Stroman, the Yankees slunk out of Toronto not having edged closer to taking over the division but right back where they started with a 3 1/2 game deficit with only a dozen or so games left to play. I’m mighty pissed off. Yes, Tanaka was hurt, but Nova pitched really well and it was only because Girardi had to check his binder, micromanage and pull Nova for a cast of relievers who couldn’t keep the Jays in check that things got out of hand.
But there’s no point in going on about what might have been. The division title isn’t going to be ours unless something freakish happens. We’d have to win the rest of our games and the Jays would have to lose a bunch. Not likely. The trick now will be to secure the dreaded wild card, which is certainly not a given. Not with this team’s inconsistency. They can go from exhilarating highs to maddening lows – not the stuff winning teams are made of.
But they’ll keep trying, that I know. They do fight. So we’ll see.