Sox-Yanks' golf parallel

Watching the Red Sox-Yankees now is like watching Tiger Woods-Phil Mickelson back in the day. You know back when Tiger was still dominant and Phil still couldn’t win a major. The Yankees are the old Tiger, so cold-blooded, calculating and professionally ruthless. The Red Sox are the old Phil, much easier to root for then the machine, always doomed to lose in the end.
It’s too bad for Red Sox Nation that there’s no scorching Swedish nanny or glory-hound coach to throw in the Yankees path. Who on the Yanks would fall for the nanny? Derek Jeter’s dated enough Playboy Bunnys and hot bit TV actresses to sue Hugh Hefner for copyright. As for check-writing machine George Steinbrenner? At his age, he knows better. He fainted at a funeral last spring. Imagine his reaction to Elin. Add that to the fact there’s no Butch Harmon in sight, eager to steal the stars’ ego-soothing headlines. Joe Torre has turned downplaying the credit into a path to Cooperstown.
Sorry Sox, Kevin Millar and his self-proclaimed band of idiots will have to settle for being the most entertaining show in baseball. No rings for you!
Take solace though. Phil’s surely a fan. Pedro’s the Yankees are my daddy line certainly sounded like that old Phil’s Tiger inferior Nike equipment rip.