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Ah, Opening Day at Yankee Stadium. Robert Merrill singing "America the Beautiful" as if he's got a plane to catch. Bob Sheppard introducing the assistant trainer. And another pennant to hoist in center field. Yawwwwwn. Well, Yankee fans, enjoy it while it lasts. It's time to turn bearish on the Yankees.
True, on paper the Yankees are the best team in baseball. And in all three dimensions, they're the best organization. But they won't win the World Series this year. Why not? Call it fate. Call it karma. Call it payback. Call it the NASDAQ effect. But the bottom line is that Rudy won't ride a ticker tape parade off into the sunset this fall.
First, let's dispense with the praise. For the past seven years, from top to bottom the Yankees have been the best organization in baseball. Bar none. Hell, they're the best organization in sports. Brian Cashman/Mark Newman/Stick Michael, the main threesome of George Steinbrenner's ubiquitous yet mysterious "baseball people," have done off the field what A-Rod and Pedro are doing on it. Back when the Boss was in exile, the Yankees adopted an organizational model for what kind of position players (superpatient hitters who are at least above average defensively) and pitchers (guys who throw strikes and eat up innings) succeed. And whether they're drafting, developing, trading, or signing, the Y-team sticks to the plan. They even closed the Rodriguez gapwith Henry "H-Rod" Rodriguez, nicely splitting the difference between Texas's A-Rod and I-Rod.
And then there's the small matter of talent evaluation. Remember the last time the Yankees got fleeced on a trade? Well, the wool in that dealJay Buhneris currently mulling retirement. And the once-barren Yankee farm system has brought up a core of frontline talent that harkens back to the days of Star Search. Bernie Williams, Andy Pettitte, Derek Jeter, Mariano Rivera, Jorge Posada, and the hits keep right on coming. The free-agent signingsJimmy Key, David Wells, and now Mike Mussinahave turned out to be as frugal as Alan Greenspan. Simply put, this is one mother of a front office.
And success hasn't made them lazy, fat, or stupid. They've got the future wrapped up. If they're willing to bet $17 million that Drew Henson can be the starting third baseman next year, put me down for five bucks, too. Slick-fielding first baseman Nick Johnson lost last season to a freak hand injury, but his numbers at AA in 1999.345 batting average and a turn-the-game-inside-out .525 on-base percentagewere so gaudy that he seems like the second coming of Don Mattingly. And the middle infielder of the future, Alfonso Soriano, got the opening day nod at second base this year. As long as Mark Michael McCashman's on the job (and George is content to reinvent himself as a baseball elder statesman) the future's so bright you gotta wear eyeblack.
But the current teamthose nine players on the field and 16 more in the dugoutthey should worry you. Yes, these Yankees won the World Series last year. But that wasn't the same team that won 114 games in 1998. During the regular season they won only 87 games, which in a normal season is good for a close third-place finish. They've tanked like a dotcom startup, slipping a whoppingand unprecedented27 games in two seasons. This slide becomes scarier when you realize that they weren't confronted with any disasters last year.
OK, David Cone started pitching like a 37-year-old with a repaired aneurysm. Ramiero Mendoza went down with a sore shoulder. Shane Spencer hurt his knee. Chuck Knoblauch forgot how to throw. But the team's core talent, the go-to guys, were all ready, willing, and able. Bernie was Bernie, Jeter was Jeter, Mariano was Mariano, and Clemens, Pettitte, and El Duque were all more or less healthy and effective. And the Yankees even got the unexpected boost of Jeff Nelson channeling Dennis Eckersley in his free agent year and Jorge Posada proving he's ready for prime time.
But the supporting players? They chewed the scenery as if they were in a Robert Zemeckis movie. Scott Brosius? Paul O'Neill? Tino Martinez? There was much Sturm und Drang, but the numbers.257 ba, .321 obp, .406 slugging combineddon't lie. And with all of them in their mid thirties, no reasonable person, except possibly Joe Torre, expects that they'll do better this year. If David Cone had lost three more games and the Yankees missed the playoffs, or Terrance Long had caught Tino's sun-aided triple in Oakland, you might have seen Johnson and Henson in the lineup this opening day. And that, as Martha Stewart might say, would be a good thing. Mike Mussina? He was the smartest free-agent signing this side of A-Rod, but he's not worth 10 gamesmuch less 27all by himself.
More troubling is the Thurman Munson factor. During this remarkable run, the Yankees have had their share of TV-movie-of-the-week momentscancer diagnoses, dads dying, heart transplantsbut they've been all off the field. Between the lines, the team has been remarkably healthy and harmonious and, well, lucky. Sure, a lot of props have to go to Joe Torre (and for that matter the strength and conditioning coach, Jeff Mangold), but when your number's up, your number's up.