The Torre dynasty peaked with a cohesive, winning obsessed team. O'Neill, Jeter, Posada, Martinez, Pettitte, Rivera and company kept their eye on the ball. The record speaks.
Time marched on. Retirements happened. Relentless winning waned. In a futile attempt to perpetuate glory, the Bombers' brass hired a parade of ring-hungry mercenaries replete with gaudy stats. Lackluster performance resulted. Magic wasn't for sale.
In 2008 Joe Girardi inherited a star-struck crew of mangled names. An old nucleus joined an over-matched list of green farm products to form an untenable mix. The playoffs passed.
Ownership whipped out it's checkbook, more gaudy names were added to the marquee. Surreal expectations were dusted off. Girardi assumed the position on a very hot seat.
The Yankees' talent was obvious but a team was nowhere in sight. Critics carped as a stumbling start ensued. Then, the unexpected happened. Magic was back. Walk-off-wins turned a somber clubhouse into a frenzy of dancing, pie wielding, fools. 17 come-from-behind victories inspired confidence and cohesion.
Girardi grew a team in the Big Apple's hot house, against all odds. The result is a big step in the right direction. The fans are rewarded with a likable cast of pinstriped players who get a delectable taste of winning. Anything is possible.
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