It is well established, we’ve approached a point when the entire world is heavily paying attention to the New York Yankees.
Much is at stake for the casual investors, making all the blockbuster deals and stealing nearly all big-name free-agents on the market.
History over the last five years specifies indignities and failures, explicating greed and egotism among major league teams. The boundless salary caps permitted the dauntless co-chairman Hank Steinbrenner to assertively spend a massive share of their $210 million payroll.
It’s obvious the Yankees are the most capitalist and most scrutinized franchise in professional sports. Citizens in the state of New York wear pinstripes, espousing a laudable tradition, but are fatigued of inferior letdowns the last five seasons.
For now, it seems mystique could flourish in a month the Yankees are known for dominating the postseason, with aggressive base running, RBI, homers, and solid batting averages good enough for a fall classic spectacle and adding a World Series title.
Anything less than a title is considered a failure, and temptations are immense with all the offseason renovations. Adding a 27th championship banner at the newly colossal venue is imperative for excelling under high expectations and confirming traditional gratifications.
What appears to be happening in America is all heads are turning directly to the Yankees. Suddenly our country is fascinated with pinstripes, which are becoming the biggest curiosity in October. Guess you can refer to them as Mr. October after signing big-name free-agents and frustrating teams around the league with greedy idiosyncrasy.
Last winter, the Steinbrenners were criticized by reporters and executives of other teams for pulling off every blockbuster deal that was available on the market. From all their outrageous signings, they were considered a joke, a laughingstock in baseball facing uncertainty for lavishing enormous deals.
Amid a fragile market, the Yankees were making impressive approaches by negotiating and speaking the proper terms to baseball’s most powerful and stubborn-minded agent, Scott Boras.
It seemed a bit absurd to many when the Yankees spent $432.5 million for CC Sabathia, A.J. Burnett, and Mark Teixeira, emphasizing the significance of winning in New York, where pinstripes are a symbol of world champions.
A large part of the Yankees' noteworthy postseason is Alex Rodriguez. It’s not hard to debate that his homers are pure, vindicated as being free of performance-enhancing drugs.
Before the season, A-Rod’s confession to the entire world was a shameful letdown, imploding the beautiful landscape of baseball that had discarded all performance enhancing drug busts until his name surfaced in newspapers, magazines, and A-Rod’s agitator, Selena Roberts, published a book that revealed he used steroids dating back to his playing days in high school.
Even if there’s a suggestion for expunging a steroid crisis and validate that baseball is amid a wonderful turnaround for loyal folks in New York who long awaited an ALCS appearance is winning and advancing in the postseason.
Even it is a remedy that chimes perfectly for A-Rod’s crippled legacy, now hitting and reaching expectations, a scenario he has failed to attain.
He has now finally arrived in October, belting the critical shots needed to contend for a title. He’s more serious, craving his first ring wearing pinstripes alongside slugger Teixeira, whose walk-off home runs could menace opposing teams.
Rodriguez is dominating and rising as the scariest slugger in the postseason. Even though slugging and driving in runners in scoring position was anticipated a long time ago, it’s never too late to make noise in the postseason.
Earlier in the year, revelations, girl troubles, and injuries prompted distractions, enough to self-destruct a believable season. But Rodriguez is more of a solution than a problem, with two homers, six RBI, and a .455 batting average in three games.
It’s enough to appease a desperate and superior franchise, now overdue for ultimate triumph.
Here in America the populace either loves or hates the world’s most beloved or despised franchise.
Here in America they’re America’s team and amass more fans than any team in our pastime.
Whether you hate or love them, the Yankees are this year’s team to beat, playing with much certainty and embodying morale—ideal factors that have storied magnitude.
America’s most publicized team is now excelling with enough value and depth. After all, the Steinbrenners weren’t spending fools who squandered big dollars without discerning contrast between values or a bust. They were doubted too soon, and even if the Yanks fail to win this year, still they’ve erased futility and restored their status as championship contenders.
Last season, it was the biggest dysfunctional team in America, but it merely took one season to change the complexion and revive tradition. More cream pies are thrown in the faces of Yankee players, and homers are shot out of the gigantic playground.
It almost seemed like the Yankees were on the brink of self-destruction and inevitably nearing a spending collapse, which would’ve left them in plights similar to those they were stuck in before adding depth in the offseason.
Healing from gloomy downfalls, manager Joe Girardi shouldn’t be worried about his job security, especially if they win it all. He has also built a strong bond with veteran shortstop Derek Jeter, the long-time Yankee captain who has witnessed timeless moments while wearing pinstripes.
Girardi built a good relationship with Hank and Hal when he served as Yankees catcher. All advantages secure his job status in the managerial role.
When abysmal pitching doomed the Yankees, postseason fortune was held at a minimum. Surrendering multiple hits hindered thinkable seasons, prematurely forcing elimination and longer suffering.
But it could be the year when they don’t have to wait, agonized by failures and pitching deficits. Turns out signing top-level pitchers with expectations weren’t such a bad conception, as it has paid off having the proper finances to build a champion-bound team like earlier in the decade.
It’s now a stout pitching rotation with Sabathia, who pitched like an ace in Game One, threw his heaters, and struck out nine batters outmatching Minnesota. Burnett has respectively pitched exceptionally, rarely committed errant throws, and elevated pitches in the strike zone where batters couldn’t make contact with the speedy object.
Despite getting a no-decision in Game Two, still he is a legitimate piece for the immediate reinforcements, gradually advancing as the traditional team known so well.
Not much stigma describes a horrific franchise. The irony is their incredible pitching, and A-Rod is portrayed as Mr. October, brainwashing skeptics to root and wear pinstripes. It has reproduced a ritual that symbolizes baseball.
You don’t have to love them, but America’s beloved team is back. Is this their year?