Will Leitch wrote a pretty great article in New York Magazine the other day, pretty much perfectly capturing the zeitgeist of Yankees baseball in the early 21st century. The upshot: this year, as in just about every other year in recent history, the Yankees’ regular season has been something of a formality, though not one without problems. The playoffs are basically a formality, even if the team is far from perfect, and those imperfections — rotation problems, etc. — sort of define the April-September portion of the season as a slightly miserable, though by no means bad proposition. An “amiable slog” as Leitch puts it.
Ultimately, Leitch believes, this is the definition of “The Girardi Era,” as he calls it. And he contemplates whether those annoying little flaws can be overcome this fall. But he also notes that like everything else in the postseason, it’s more a matter of good fortune, not design, and that as such, you can’t really do anything about it but sit and wait to see what happens.
I’ll admit it: the Yankees usually bore me. But I may be able to appreciate them as a piece of existential philosophy.