Williams, and the rest of the Yankees, slept better that night than in any of those that followed. (I don’t know if that’s true, but it feels good in my head.) They lost the next three games, the Division Series, and wouldn’t appear in the World Series for the first time since 1997. Still, during what would be their only playoff win, we got our free turkey sandwiches and our photocopies of obscure statistics (do you know why Hank Borowy’s worth mentioning?). After the game, before Torre does his magic show, you get quotes from players. Get stuck behind the pack and your (my) notebook reads: “a little bit–but I–games,” said Derek Jeter.
These are the motions you go through and, after a dozen turkey sandwiches, it’s over and the Yankees have, most likely, won. But this year we got only a nibble… Is this what hunger feels like?
