Once, they were allowed to be the most pompous of sports franchises, worthy of a godlike voice in a cathedral stadium amid the mystique of championships and pinstripes. But these days, the New York Yankees are baseball's version of Wile E. Coyote, always plotting and scheming and spending but never able to catch the Road Runner. Seems something's always blowing up in their face.Such as Alex Rodriguez's hip cyst, which almost sounds post-apocalyptic, like the sick Manhattan imagery encountered by Will Smith in "I Am Legend.''




