Yo, Adrian, they did it.

Have a moment, everyone. 

Sleep the sleep of destiny. Or innocence. Or unbridled hope. Whatever. Doesn't matter. We have reached our destination: First place in the AL East.  

Remember the AL Beast?  Remember the super team, Baltimore, and how they celebrated after Verdugo's faceplant? Remember how the Mets swept us? How Boston ran wild on the bases? How we couldn't even beat Cincy? How we stumbled through August? 

Now, the last plank to fall is Cleveland, with our final magic number - two, BTW, to clinch home field advantage in the ALCS. 

Ah, but who cares? Four weeks from now, if we're still in this - that is, if the universe has any sense of karma, or drama, or whatever passes these days for a decent existential narrative, we'll surely face Houston. 

In the last 10 years, the Yankees have twice reached the ALCS. Both times, they were humbled by Houston - once, honestly, once by cheating. 

It's worth noting that these were not allegations of cheating. They flat-out cheated. They were outed by ex-Astros, who knew something stank, and who blew the whistle on it. The entire game was embarrassed, arguably the worst stain on baseball since the Black Sox scandal of 1919, 100 years earlier.

The Yankees have never avenged it.

Oh, yeah, right... we swept Houston on the first week of this season. That hardly qualifies as payback for a stolen October. We have unfinished business with the Astros, and either it happens this month, or it will probably accompany us to our graves. Soon, the generations will fade. By next year, it won't matter.

If the playoffs happened today, here's the lineup. Houston is seven wins away.

In the waning moments of an impending loss, Michael Kay often asks whether the Yankees have a rally in their bones? 

Tonight, we don't need to care. But we must ask if they have destiny in their bones? Nobody knows. So sleep the sleep of meaninglessness. It will be 10 days before the next critical pitch. Sleep the sleep of innocence, of bliss, and - maybe - ignorance. 

The Yankees have won their division! A toast to our victory! There's nothing more to be done, at least for now. The reckoning comes later.