Mound of hurt
There are 52 games (just about one-third of the season) left on that free Red Sox pocket schedule that has been burning a hole in your wallet ever since you grabbed it off your local pizzeria counter way back in March. And while it is just 3 1/2 games separating the Yankees and Red Sox in the standings, in reality it might as well be Quechee Gorge. That’s not burying the Yankees by any stretch, as we’re sure that they’ll enjoy trying to fend off the A’s and Angels for the wild card. But good luck. The A’s remain the hottest team in baseball, have pulled into a first-place tie with Los Angeles in the AL West, and all of a sudden are tied for the second-best mark in the league. Remarkable. In the AL East, the Red Sox are by no means Team Perfect, but for all their many problems, just be glad they aren’t those of the Yankees.
If the Red Sox don’t get an effective Keith Foulke back into the closer’s role, the longer they have to wait to get Curt Schilling back in the rotation. And sorry, if you’re the Red Sox and have David Wells and Matt Clement opening the playoffs against Barry Zito and Rich Harden, most everyone without the rosy shades is going to favor the latter. For all the mixed feelings surrounding the cantankerous closer this season, Foulke remains Boston's X factor, and so far this season there has been nothing to suggest that he can effectively repeat what he did last fall. Foulke will throw this week, and then decide whether he will break down and demean himself with a rehab assignment. Boston can win through September with Curt Schilling closing games. But I doubt they can win in October without him starting games.
But while that is Worry No. 1 in New England, 200 miles south they’ve got continuing problems with their Cyclone starting rotation. Carl Pavano, who was supposed to make a rehab start tonight in Trenton, is heading to Alabama, presumably for some good ol’ fashioned BBQ (and James Andrews), and the Yankees do not expect to see him for the rest of this season. According to the New York Daily News, “Team officials are ‘exasperated’ over Pavano's condition, according to one source, since the Yanks have given him a battery of tests and found nothing substantially wrong with his shoulder.” Pavano has been on the disabled list with shoulder tendonitis and has not pitched since June 27.
And once again, if you’re still keeping score, mark one off in the Matt Clement column. Meanwhile, Randy Johnson, who pitched just four innings Saturday in Toronto, admitted yesterday that his back hurt and is questionable for his next start Saturday. If that’s not bad enough for Yankees fans, Hideo Nomo is lined up to start Thursday, and Jaret Wright, making a rehab start tomorrow, will soon enter the starting rotation mix again. Yikes. By all accounts it has been a disaster for New York pitching this year. But it inconceivably keeps getting worse. In July you can deal with an aching Johnson, and a hurt Pavano. Chien Ming Wang and Kevin Brown are already gone, and then you learn your top pitching free agent signee is also gone for the year. Now you’re counting on the likes of Hideo Nomo, released by the Tampa Bay Devil Rays for God’s sake, to be a savior. Fans have to throwing their arms in the air and asking how in the world it came to this.
Meanwhile, the Red Sox have built their lead on the Yankees, Blue Jays (seven games) and the now-defunct Orioles (10 1/2 games) by virtue of their eight-game winning streak, two snapped in Minnesota. But they return to Fenway Park beginning tonight to kick off another six-game homestand against the Rangers and White Sox, the AL team with the best mark (72-38), who begin the week in the Bronx before heading north. You’ve heard it before, but the Red Sox play 30 of those final 52 games at home, including 21 of their final 33 at a place where they are playing .647 ball in 2005.
It’s going to be odd for sure. The first baseball postseason without the Yankees since 1993, when Robinson Cano was just 10 years old. If the Red Sox do win the East, it will be the first October they have played in without their ancient rivals since Roger Clemens smeared the eye black and swore at Terry Cooney with his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle laces. Fifteen years later that same guy is 11-4 with a 1.39 (1.39, your eyes are fine) ERA for the wild card-leading Astros, after beating the Giants yesterday, 8-1. It was Clemens’ fourth straight win. Teammate Andy Pettitte is 9-8 with a 2.64 ERA, better than any other Yankees starter with more than two outings (unless you think Shawn Chacon will keep that 1.50 ERA) Meanwhile, David Wells is 9-5 for Boston. All three will likely be in the postseason in 2005, two years after they together patted down the Babe with bubbly, courtesy Aaron Boone.
The guys who took their uniforms, Johnson, Pavano, and Brown, in the end, are no comparison. And if you need one singular reason why New York will be sitting at home, it does not get any more elementary than that.