| You gotta believe in confident Mets
By Evan Kanew, CNN/SI
This is how we began last Sunday: Bagels for breakfast, and a debate over who would be favored even though a Subway Series would not open until the following Saturday -- my Mets or your Yankees? Then we took an afternoon stroll through Central Park and argued over who really deserved home field advantage, your division champ or my wild-card winner -- whose regular-season record was 6 1/2 games better. That evening, we ate our Sunday night Chinese food and battled for control of the remote as the late innings of the NLCS overlapped the start of that other series. Expletives were used, body parts threatened.
Clearly, we have a relationship issue. And while having his and hers baseball teams may not score very high on the dysfunction scale, let me tell you it ain't easy living with someone who is just so wrong.
Honey, the Yankees are going down.
Not just because Mike Piazza's hitting again. But because Mike Hampton and Al Leiter will tip the scales of David Justice toward Queens and have Paul O'Neill mumbling in his sleep. Because our bullpen's better than your bullpen, and you have no bench.
Because, I don't care how much the Boss pays his outfield, I'll take the Mets' bargain-basement outfield of Benny Agbayani, Jay Payton and the most valuable September call-up ever, Timo Perez.
Because Robin Ventura's as good at the corner as Scott Brosius, and now he's a better clutch hitter. Because Todd Zeile's hot, and Mike Bordick's dependable.
Because Edgardo Alfonzo, our second baseman, does it all (even throw to first).
And because -- I don't care about history or how much of Joe Torre's Zen-calm expression I see in the Yankees dugout -- Bobby Valentine's team is more relaxed. The Mets are playing with confidence and having fun. Kind of like the Yankees you had me watching the past two Octobers.
Honey, ya gotta believe.
| Yanks have talent, class and history on their side
By Joanna Cohen, CNNSI.com
For the past six baseball seasons, it's gone something like this: I come home, kick off my shoes and settle in to watch my beloved Yankees on TV. Between innings I dash to the fridge, grab a cold drink, scurry back to the sofa and -- aargh! -- the Mets are on the screen. You see, I am a Yankees fan who lives with a Mets fan, and behind-the-back channel-switching is but one of many acts of sabotage I am forced to defend against in my own home.
This past regular season (not counting the six occasions on which they met) 71 Mets and Yankees games started within one hour of each other. In my household these frequent overlaps resulted in the Battle for the Remote Control. The 2000 Subway Series promises to bring about not only a cease fire in this ongoing domestic conflict, but a definitive winner in the war over which New York baseball team is No. 1.
There are countless reasons the Yankees are superior. Besides talent, class and a jewel of a stadium that is not located squarely in the final approach route of any aircraft, the Bombers possess a load of intangibles that add up to one big World Series-winning operation. There's Andy Pettitte's warrior's stare, Bernie Williams' deer-like grace, the way El Duque hoists that leg to meet his cap's curved brim like a cat scratching behind its ear. There's Scott Brosius' goofy grin, Jorge Posada's threat to throw, Tino Martinez's veteran presence and the way Paul O'Neill, for good reason, refuses to just fade away. There's Luis (Twinkletoes) Sojo, Mariano (Game Over) Rivera and Derek Jeter, a home-grown Yank with poise far beyond his 26 years.
Mystique? Legacy? Grainy black-and-white footage of World Series wins past? The Mets have none of that. Can they beat the Yankees in the World Series? Not a chance. And if that Mets fan I mentioned earlier comes after me for saying so? I know where he lives.