Imagine a world without Mets.
Imagine a world in which there was no $120-million team playing in a brand-new multi-million dollar ballpark, charging as much as $280 for the rights to watch its third baseman try his hardest to outshine the glorious shortstop across town.
Imagine if there were no Bob Murphy, no Tom Seaver, no Mr. Met, no Mike Piazza. No Gary, Keith and Ron. No - heaven forbid! - David Wright.
What would that leave us with?
Right. The Yankees. How fucking great would that be?
Better question: How do you think they'd like it? The Yankees, that is.
The answer, of course, is a lot.
In a world without Mets, the Yankees would have more money than God.
In a town that prides itself on giving no free rides, the Yankees have enjoyed a lifetime of luxury throughout their 100-plus-year history.
They build an $1.2-billion ballpark financed in large part by government subsidies and taxpayer bailout money, and nobody gives a damn because the Mets did the same thing, only their owner got caught up in the Madoff scandal and they sold the naming rights to Satan.
The Yankees raise their highest ticket prices to nearly $2,500 a seat, which is fucking obscene.
The Yankees spend more on ballplayers than every team in Major League Baseball. But because they haven't won shit since 2000, nobody cares.
And when, with that $210-million roster, the 2008 Yankees finish in third place behind both their arch rivals and a team that was nearly contracted out of existence a few years ago, they somehow fly under the supposedly sensitive New York radar.
Why?
Because in 2008, the Mets tanked just like they did the previous year.
I would submit that never in the history of organized professional sports has a team benefited so greatly from running first in a two-horse race.
Once again, the Yankees have enjoyed a fabulous spring, Alex Rodriguez's past steroid transgressions, before he was here as a Yankee, notwithstanding.
Despite blowing the AL East, the 2009 Yankees come out of camp full of optimism and confident that whatever ailed them in 2008 has been cured.
They rid themselves of their in-house "culprits'' - Carl Pavano, Mike Mussina - and added two "saviors,'' CC Sabathia and AJ Burnett. (Keep in mind that Mets-less Yankees existence would mean that Johan Santana would be a Yankee, and so would Francisco Rodriguez, happily putting his flamboyance aside to set up for the greatest reliever in the history of sport, rather than slumming across town.)
And with the annual assistance of the Mets and their woeful bullpen and anemic offense, they have rid themselves of having to answer the kind of questions that are routinely asked in Port St. Lucie and Flushing but would never be uttered in the Bronx or in Tampa.
Such as, after CC Sabathia, and, hopefully, AJ Burnett, which starting pitcher can you truly rely on every five days for a full season? Chien-Ming Wang, coming off an injury? Brett Tomko? Andy "14-14" Pettitte? Kei Igawa? Joba Chamberlain, he of 124 career major league innings?
Or, do you really expect that Brett Gardner, with all of 127 major-league at-bats to his credit (and, ominously, zero home runs), can handle the responsibilities of an everyday center fielder, a position once held by such luminaries as Mickey Mantle and Bernie Williams?
Same goes for rightfielder Hideki Matsui, who looks like he's older than Bob Sheppard, and moves just about as quickly. Are we to trust that he is fully recovered now?
What about Robinson Cano, the subject of this year's spate of disingenuous "rededicated and in the best shape of his life'' training-camp space-fillers?
And then there's Nick Swisher, who hit .219 last year but will this year, we are assured, because he now is "comfortable'' in New York.
Then, of course, there is "third place'' to be dealt with. If they didn't choke last year, what exactly did they do?
Eight years running, the Yankees, with the fattest payroll, the most talent and, it often seems, the biggest egos in the division, haven't won dick. Why not?
And, considering their history, why should we believe they will do it this season?
In a world without Mets, those are the kinds of questions the Yankees would have to answer.
In the world the Yankees inhabit, those kinds of questions aren't even asked.
Their fans may not be able to live with the Mets, but the Yankees wouldn't want to live without them.
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