Yanks still can't shake Tampa. As Butch would say to Sundance, "Who are those guys?"

Last winter, Boston and Baltimore stood out like four-hour erections in the AL East. 

The O's had signed Pete Alonso, their long-heralded missing piece, and the Redsocks officially launched their ultimate youth movement, led by The Next Big Thing, Roman Anthony.  

It's too early to count out anyone. (Somebody once said, you cannot predict baseball.)  But both teams sit at least 8 games down: Baltimore's bullpen is in tatters, and Boston fired everybody. (Suck on it, Jason Varitek; join a professional face-slapping league.)

The Yankees are in first... FIRST... but something is wrong.

They should be alone - drunken and self-pleasured, on a comfy couch in their softest pajamas, eating pizza and wings, so far atop their division that the pennant race seems like a distant butterfly fart.

But but BUT... Tampa keeps winning - now 10 of 11 - and the Yankee hot streak has merely allowed us to keep pace. (And since the Rays swept our only encounter, they technically own a postseason tie-breaker.)

Check out the names to the right. After Junior Caminero and Cedric Mullins, do you know anybody? WTF is going on?

Look, I'm not squawking. I wanna think that Yank fans know when the ham is smoked. Right now, we're sitting in a catbird seat, with a surplus of talent at Scranton and two ace pitchers about to return. We haven't felt this good since Clint Frazier was wowing Triple A. 

But, damn, we should be six up. At least! And beginning tonight, we face deGrom and Eovaldi? WTF, juju gods. We could hit the weekend in 2nd. Yeesh. WTF?