The Wild Card is for Losers

Clinch. We clinched, we clinched, we clinched. My mouth likes making that sound. Cinching the title to the Yankees, where it belongs. Another Eastern flag for the Torre tenure. Not second to Sox, we're the A.L. East Champs. The order of things is intact. Too close for nails to be unbitten, but unbidden by a smooth season, the Yankees came to claim their proper place. And with the perseverance, the play of past few weeks and the pitching of Small and Chacon, it's not undeserved, it's their due. Long overdue at the Stiles shop, I'm off to Caligula build to complete the most complicated table you've never seen while singing one syllable, clinch.