A Very American Coup By Michael – Louis Ingram, Editor-in-Chief...
YANKS AND BOONE GO BOOM WELL INTO THE NIGHT
NEW YORK, NY. — Well after the clock stuck 12 midnight when most doubters of Yankees supremacy went off to bed hoping for a brighter tomorrow (some are like me whereas certain teams simply will not win their games on their television set…thank goodness for the REMOTE!) the Yankee struggling third baseman who was acquired during the latter part of the season from the Cincinnati Reds hit a moon shot off of the series dominate pitcher, knuckleballer, Tim Wakefield.
Boone, who had been replaced in the starting lineup by Enrique Wilson, came into pinch-hit. With no one on in the bottom of the eleventh inning Wakefield served up what looked like a softball with all the trimmings. Boone simply timed his swing as if he were playing stickball in the streets of Brooklyn and sent the ball well into the leftfield bleachers.
Was it the shot heard around the world? To the Boston Red Sox fans who had known this Yankees team as the Evil Empire, yes, it was. Especially when you consider the fact that the Fenway Park grounds crew were already placing the World Series Emblem down onto the field after the seventh inning.
Call it a “bad break”, “hard luck”, “bad luck”, “mis-management”, “poor management”, or you can even call it, “the Curse of the Bambino”, but whatever you decide don’t let it be said that the New York Yankees bought themselves another Pennant. This game was decided between the white lines and not in the bank.
With all that is said of the Yankees and the Boss, George Steinbrenner and his deep pockets let us not forget (for those who may have known) that the Los Angeles Dodgers, New York Mets, Baltimore Orioles, and to a lesser degree the Atlanta Braves all have huge payrolls. And for all except the Dodgers (the Braves were knocked out in the first round by the Chicago Cubs) didn’t even come close to sniffing the playoffs. I would call that mis-management and or faulty scouting.
As for the Red Sox the curse does live on in most peoples eyes.
After all, who can explain how the Yankees can get to future Hall-of-famer, Pedro Martinez and render him just average in 3 of the 7 games played. While most teams in the American League quake in their cleats at sight of the slender build flame thrower with the even bigger ego. But, not the Yankees, they simply (all except Alphonso Soriano, 4 strike outs) take pitches and wear Martinez down to where his velocity means absolutely nothing.
Aside from Red Sox manager, Grady Little going into brain lock and leaving Martinez in past the seventh inning when it was clear his ace pitcher had nothing left, (Dusty Baker, skipper of the Cubs is being raked over the coals as well for such atrocities).
To their defense, there’s an old saying, “you dance with whom you brung”. So although the Red Sox’ bull pen came through with flying colors and surrendered only just one run the entire series to the Yankees, Little played the hunch card and he got burned. Yankees win! Yankees win! The Yankees win! Long live the curse of the Bambino!
The Florida Marlins open the best of seven World Series tomorrow night at Yankee Stadium in the Bronx.