What do you say on this last quiet day?

Wow. Tonight, nothing happens. No beer gets thrown at the TV. No howls into the firmament. No pain. No torture. No feeling at all. Calm before the storm.

Enjoy it. Savor it. This could be the last enjoyable night of the 2018 Yankee season. And if so, if everything ends tomorrow, it will be remembered as a lost, torturous year. 

So let's be happy tonight. If you think about it, the Yankees will be playing in a meaningful game on October 3, which means they have already outlasted the Giants and Jets. If you consider that the Knicks, Nets, Islanders and Rangers don't count, the Yankees tomorrow night will carry the entirety of NYC sports on their shoulders. Radio sports call-in shows need the Yankees to survive. Eli Manning isn't going to cut it. 

So when Boston bros accuse you of being a fat-cat Yankee fan, remind them that Gotham - beyond the Yankees - is a desert for pro sports teams. I mean,  jeeze, the most interesting NYC team in November might be Syracuse University football, which calls itself "New York's college football team." Take that, Fordham. 

So... tonight, we chew our food, hug the kids, polish our juju totems and prepare for... tomorrow.

Tomorrow...

Apparently, Manager Boonie has made his decision, and he'll roll the 12-sided die with Luis Severino - a dungeon or a dragon. If that choice stands - (I don't believe anything until it happens) - it's a gut call. 

It means Boone backs a pitcher who didn't last two innings in last year's Wild Card, and who wilted against Oakland just four weeks ago. On September 5, Sevy gave up 6 runs in 2.2 innings, including four in the first. An abomination. Boone must figure that Severino, his reputation on the line, will throw like a banshee. But the problem with such a volatile starter is simple: If he throws one pitch too many, it can be the game. And in the second half of 2018, he's become Doctor Severino and Mister Pineda.

It's as if the ghost of Pineda roams the Yankee clubhouse, occasionally stealing pitchers' bodies. Sevy can look unhittable through four, and retire the first two in the fifth, and - kaboom - we're suddenly down 4-0.  

My guess: If Sevy gives us four solid, Boone goes batter-to-batter. If someone bloops a single, time to go. The fifth inning could be Mean Chad Green, our most dominating pitcher of late. The six would be David Robertson, who's been a crap-shoot. The seventh is - God help us - Dellin Betances, and then the still shaky Aroldis Chapman in the eighth. My guess is that Zach Brittain will close, because the last thing you want is Chapman throwing bombs to the backstop, with not even Chasen Shreve left to bring in and pray for a miracle. Someone has to get that final out.  

Also, something tells me that if Boone need one game-on-the-line out, we'll see CC Sabathia lumbering in from the pen. If we're going down, let's go with the big guy.

And I cannot escape the terror that our vaunted Yankee lineup - solid from one through nine - will leave too many runners in scoring position. 

Last year, we survived. This year, I think we're going down.

My prediction: Oakland 4, Yankees 2. Hope to God I'm wrong.