The 1996 Yankees had it good.
Real good.
For a whole year, they got to lord their World Series championship trophy over the rest of the boys, with not a single chance of getting one-upped by Patrick Ewing or Mark Messier or that motley bunch over at old Shea Stadium.
There were none. Joe Torre’s first of four championships, the Yankees’ first after an 18-year wait, was the singular success among all the other teams in New York.
They had the town all to themselves.
Others would attempt to grab a trinket of their own.