New York Yankees
Boston’s Fenway Park is deceptively small. You can spend four years watching the Red Sox on NESN (or, if they’re playing the Yankees, ESPN), and you’d get the decided impression that Fenway is a typical baseball stadium. Perhaps a low-capacity one, but still built on the gargantuan scale of such behemoths as Dodger Stadium or the Oakland Coliseum — spacious arenas built in a spacious country.
It’s the second week of April, which means March Madness and the Masters have given way to the start of baseball season. And that means it’s time for Jumping to Ridiculous Conclusions, Volume 2! Since I’m far too lazy to physically jump to these conclusions, here’s my second annual way-too-early MLB column.
It seems unfair to call it a collapse, because what the Boston Red Sox have managed to do in the month of September–going 7-19 and squandering a nine-game lead over the Tampa Bay Rays in the race for the American League Wild Card–has been an utter meltdown. A Mona Lisa of choking, if you will.
Watching Halladay working toward history (no one had thrown a no-hitter in the playoffs since Don Larsen’s perfecto 52 years ago) made me become the world’s biggest bandwagon Halladay fan…