No, that was not a YES Classic maiden voyage of Colter Bean. It was the comeback by Chien-Ming Wang - the Yankee cloaked in Blue Jays garb - which went blooey in the shadows of Boston Strong testosterone. After a one-two-three first inning, the Wang Man couldn't throw strikes or miss bat meat in the second.
I don't know what this means. I. Do. Not. Know. What. This. Means.
But I've dashed off, higgetty piggetty, some thoughts:
a.) I was rooting for Wang. I think all Yankee fans were, especially when pitching against Boston. Wang was a great homegrown pitcher, and we all felt pain watching him lift Toronto from the depths of hell.
b) He can't have many more starts like this. Nothing deflates a team like a two-inning blowout in game one of a big series. We certainly know. Personally, I still fear Toronto more than Boston. Jose Reyes might ignite the Jays the way Alex Rodriguez or even Derek Jeter cannot in NY.
c) Boston just keeps rolling; it's as if the juju gods are in their pocket. Fortunately, it's June - still too early to forget the Yankees and just root for Big Papi to stub his toe on Pedroia. That will come in September.
d) Could this mean - gasp - that Chien-Ming gets a second act in New York? Yes, this is fantasy land. But the Jays won't give him a long leash. If he gets whacked, they'll dump his act faster than you can say Thomas Neal. Maybe the Yankees would bring him home - (unless they're mad at him). Who knows? Could he pitch out of the bullpen? One final Chien-Ming fling? Hideki Matsui made it back. The Wangster should, too.
Come home, Chien-Ming: You were never meant to be a Jay.