In one of the more useless gestures of my moderately long life, i watched most of the last game of the Yankees' season of futility. As if to put a final nail in the coffin, Aaron Boone played most of the team's youth movement in a 5-2 loss at the hands of the Kansas City Royals, a reliable punching bag that punched back and took the season ending series, two games to one.
As a young fan in the 50s and 60s, I watched the end of the Mickey Mantle-Whitey Ford dynasty and the start of a decade and a half of mediocrity. That ended in the late 70s with the Bronx Zoo teams led by Catfish Hunter and Thurman Munson. After them there was another decade in the wilderness, followed by the Derek Jeter- Mariano Rivera dynasty.
It has been 14 years since the team hoisted the World Series trophy and it's time to do it again, but I have serious doubts the Yankees will right the ship with an aging Gerrit Cole and Aaron Judge. Without a solid supporting cast, it might be another 10 years of mediocre baseball in the Bronx. Unlike the 20 something I was in the 70s, I don't know if I can wait patiently for baseball lightning to strike again.
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