NEW YORK – Joba Chamberlain idled behind the mound at Yankee Stadium, exhaled with the force of a whale clearing its blowhole, shrugged his shoulders and licked his fingers. He was ready for his first major-league start. And then something utterly mystifying happened.
Almost everyone inside the ballpark Tuesday night stood up and started cheering. Never mind that it was a good minute before the game against the Toronto Blue Jays even began. Joba, now a tenured member of the first-name-only camp, had done nothing special. He had not turned the Powerade in the dugout into wine, nor had he excavated a David Ortiz jersey from the new Yankee Stadium's cement with his bare hands, and he certainly hadn't lifted the New York Yankees out of their last-place malaise.
He had breathed.
And, by god, that was enough. Because this was the day that for so long had been teased, the one where Joba, master of the seventh and eighth innings, instead began a game. So the Yankee Hype Machine was grinding inRead More »from Chamberlain starts but goes nowhere