The Bronx is Burning
So I get out of my cab at Yankee Stadium -- 24 bucks, plus four more for the toll -- and parked in front of the team-offices entrance are four huge fire trucks, red lights a-blazin'. At least I thought that's what I saw -- I'm operating on about four hours' sleep and about three triple-shot Starbucks lattes. My mind could have been playing tricks on me. Turns out, the fire trucks were simply answering a false fire alarm at the stadium. But you can see where this is going... The Yankees' house is on fire, metaphorically speaking.
Joe Torre abruptly canceled today's scheduled 2 p.m. workout after Friday night's disturbing loss. Not sure if any players -- besides Game 3 starter Roger Clemens, who is expected in the interview room at 12:45 p.m. -- will be showing up anyway. I doubt it. Things could not be much more grim for the Yankees. Down 2-0 in the series, with A-Rod getting shredded in the New York papers in the midst of another October meltdown, with Torre's job seemingly in serious danger, and with their season now in the hands of a 45-year-old pitcher whose body may or may not be breaking down on him. Yikes.
I love the way Svrluga incorporates links in his blog posts. I gotta figure out how to do that. But for now, I am on a mission to find some more coffee.
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