Getty Images/Ringer illustration These aren't the best Yankees or the most talented Yankees or the Yankee-ist Yankees, but they are the rarest kind: ones that exist in the eye of the beholder A man is at the plate. He was closer to a boy when he first started doing this sort of thing on national television, but he is a man now, in form, focus, and faculties. Top of the 10th, tied at two, on the road in Cleveland, Juan Soto is a win away from sending his New York Yankees to their 41st World Series. He lives for the tightrope, has both the nerve to call himself something as subtle as "Generational" and the moxy to remind you over and over again why the immodest shoe fits. He's a ballplayer but really a dancer. Merengue, bachata, dembow. The best clean lefty since Pittsburgh-era Barry Bonds, and before that Teddy Ballgame. He was raised in a tin-roofed and pavemented neighborhood of a city built over sand, sugar refineries, palm leaves, and the petrified wreckage of conquistadors. Shuffled his way through the minors and promptly to the bigs. The at-bat's a dance too: back and forth, give and take. A steady drip of head nods and lip gnawing. On offerings any distance outside the...