We haven't played yet, we're a game behind, and I'm thinking of what Shakespeare would say

To-ronto, and to-ronto, and to-ronto,
Creeps in its petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to Wild Card death. Out, out, brief Gardner!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage...

Toronto has started the way it finished 2015: Knocking people around. They're 2-0 against the deviled Rays, playing in the Tampa sauna dome. They still have a lineup that - starting at No. 2 - goes Donaldson, Bautista, Encarnacion and Tulowitzki, surrounded by ascending twentysomethings. They still have R.A. Dickey, who is capable of eating the innings of any stressed pitching staff, and conjuring a slump among Yankee hitters.

Look, they're not the UConn Lady Huskies, but let's be real: The key to our "resurgence" last June was the slovenly, knock-kneed quality of the AL East. We spent three months jockeying for first place in baseball's worst division. This season, we won't receive such a free ride.

Barring more snow - and Syracuse is under about four inches of it - the Yankees go three at home against Houston, then travel to Detroit for three games, and then to Toronto for another three, a week from today. Clearly, April games are just howdy-doos. But brace yourselves for a reality check. Toronto looks like a lineup of Tex, A-Rod, Beltran and Headley - but five years younger. We can close our eyes and imagine A-Rod hitting 35 HRs this year; who wouldn't be ecstatic with such a season? But it's hard to think of Encarnacion NOT hitting 35. And if Tulowitzki bounces back...

Tell me again about who we have at Trenton?