For 2 ½ hours Tuesday night, the vibe among the 38,695 folks inside Yankee Staium was a strict channeling of Dan Devine before Rudy’s last home game: “No one — and I mean, NO ONE — comes into our house and pushes us around!”
For about five minutes, that switched to the classic Vince Lombardi rant on NFL Films: “What the HELL is going ON out there?!”
And then, at last, Sinatra.
It is a surreal time in this Yankees season. The East is gone, and the only thing left to decide is where the Red Sox will crack open that first case of champagne.