This was predictable.
OK, maybe not two platinum sombreros in his first week wearing the pinstripes, or the substantial, repeated booing, or Giancarlo Stanton looking more lost at home plate than the titular band of “This Is Spinal Tap” wandering backstage in Cleveland.
But the game’s highest-paid player, and the reigning National League Most Valuable Player, from a team that didn’t play a meaningful September game in his eight seasons there, directing himself to the Yankees and then getting off to a lousy start and receiving an ocean of boos?
More predictable than rush-hour traffic in The Bronx.