Carlos Delgado Over and Over Again Photo by Bill Kostroun - AP	The Giambino Saves the Yanks  Photo by Jim McIsaac - Getty

The times were similar for both teams.  One team had climbed to the top of their division after five months of mostly turmoil, only to find themselves hanging onto the lead by a thread.  The other had made the playoffs for thirteen straight years but were in danger of getting swept by their most hated rival.

Each  team would weather the storm.  Each of them would accept their challenge and survive.  And each would have some heroes of the day, but, in each case, the biggest hero would be their big man. 

For the Mets, it would again be Carlos Delgado, whose heroics have been so numerous, I half expect him to come out of the dugout in gleaming armor and wielding a lance instead of a bat.  To borrow from Richard Adams in his great story Watership Down, Delgado’s walk-offs and game winning hits have been, as the rabbits would say, “hrair”, which means a great many, as rabbits can only count to four.

For the Yanks. it would be Jason Giambi, who, despite his prodigious numbers this year, had been branded most recently as a non-performer in big spots, as had his even more infamous teammate, Alex Rodriguez.  The Giambino had been benched quite a bit as of late, as his fielding and running game lagged somewhat behind his bat, which was saying a lot.

As this writer has most often been a Yankee-hater, and as I was otherwise occupied for the Yankees afternoon game, I only heard about Jason’s big hits after the game.  The last thing I heard on the radio was Susan Waldman somewhat viciously panning Arod and Giambi for their failures to hit with runners in scoring position.  That reaming was followed by Arod flying out with runners on first and third.  Giambi was spared only because he wasn’t yet in the game.

The next thing I know, one of the gym rats is running around with an ear to ear grin, for not only had the Yanks won, but they did it against Jonathan Papelbon.  Only later did I discover that it was my favorite Yankee who did the damage.  And, to be honest, I guess I really don’t hate THESE Yankees.  Not these pitcher-less and Posada-less Bombers, whose biggest hero for the year had been Mike Mussina.

And not THESE Yankees, who had converted Joba Chamberlain from the holder to limited starter, then full-blown starter and now slated to become the holder again after his time on the DL.  Not THESE Yankees who actually looked forward to Carl Pavano’s return, with good reason as it turned out.

And not to belabor a point, but the boys in pinstripes are still holding on, notwithstanding Cano’s massive inconsistency, Arod’s fall from grace, Damon’s misadventures in the outfield and Jeter’s off-year.  It’s easier to count the blameless, only the Moose and Bobby Abreu of the core group, and of course the ageless one, Mariano Rivera, in any event decidedly less than “hrair”.

But the main reason they’re still breathing a breath of life today is Jason Giambi.  In the biggest game of the year, on the very precipice of disaster, the Giambino was the man once again, mustache and all, coming off the bench to destroy the hated Red Sox and their peerless (if tainted in Yankee-land) closer Papelbon.

It’s almost always the big men who draw the attention in any sport, and it’s no different for baseball.  And no big man personifies that relationship more than Carlos Delgado.  Since July 13^th, the Mets have only lost four games in which Carlos Delgado has had an RBI.  And with the Mets relief staff, that’s saying an awful lot.

Delgado has, if my math is right, 43 ribbies since July 13^th.  But that doesn’t really tell the story.  He’s had at least one ribbie in 20 different games, and the Mets are 16-4 in those games.  And, in many of those, Delgado has had the walk-off home run or the game-winning RBI.  So he’s been, um, good.

Delgado always has a smile, it seems, even when he’s not doing so well.  It’s really a pleasure to see him make some numbers for his new contract, and playing the complete game at first base too.  And nobody celebrates like the Mets, and especially when Delgado’s doing well. 

You have to admit, the Mets are a cool team to root for, and Delgado’s maybe the coolest.  The big guy, playing like the big guy in that batters box and around that keystone bag.  He strides (slides) back towards that dugout, big smile, amused that he can still be the man, at least right now, and all those big hits will go a long way towards ensuring his future too.

Even the manager’s cool.  If Delgado has been Lancelot, then Manuel has been Merlin.  It really is extraordinary the presence of the man when talking baseball, so comfortable, like talking to the local hardware store guy about your patio, for your seven houses. 

And the big man is certainly making him look good.  The record’s good, they’re up by a game instead of down by a game, and Carlos’s two dingers had a little bit to do with that.  Those Phillies, they ain’t so baaaad.

So there it is.  Giambi and Delgado, two big men in New York making their presence felt in that lineup.  The rest of the guys can be faltering, on both teams, guys like Beltran and Arod, but these big first basemen can take you where you want to go, all by themselves sometimes.  At most they need just one or two other guys to do something…..walk, get a little base hit, a sacrifice, whatever, and the big men can do the rest.

They say timing is everything in life.  And so it is for these two big fellas.  A little hot streak for them both right now, the Yanks chasing the Red Sox and the Mets trying to just hold on, would be perfect.