A few weeks ago, the inimitable Shane Ryan wrote at length about the change in the weather surrounding the New York Yankees. Once the MLB's “Evil Empire”—the team people with no creativity, no stomach for losing, and a closet full of pink Gucci “NY” caps would always root for—Ryan called these new Yankees “the gritty, gumption-y, big-heart boys of baseball,” saying of their resilience in the face of a MAYDAY, MAYDAY injury situation:
With a quarter of the season in the books, haters have to accept a
bitter truth: the Yankees have shown more toughness in the face of
adversity than any team in baseball. Embrace the pluck, America.
Embrace the pinstripes.
Now we don't expect you to toss and turn in the dead of the night wracked with sympathy for a team that has a Giancarlo Stanton and an Aaron Judge to lose to the IL. That is the very definition of a champagne problem, which most Yankees “fans” are sipping at the Met instead of watching the game anyway. But on Tuesday night, yet..