Did somebody order the locusts?

As a Yankee fan, I revel in rooting for the bad guys. I don't deny it. We're the Evil Empire of major league baseball. We spend more. We smirk more. We win more. (At least, um, we're supposed to win more.) Sometimes, however, the force seems to work in not-so mysterious ways. Like, say, last night.

I don't really believe in signs from the heavens, and yet ...

Given the way things are going, I sincerely hope Jeter isn't a first born son.