When New York’s teams met in this year’s first iteration of the Subway Series a month ago, both were scraping along, losing more than they were winning, and I was able to describe the two clubs as bums fighting over a ham sandwich in an alley. Since then, Willie Randolph has been fired, Joba Chamberlain has graduated from the bullpen to the rotation, and both teams have become less pitiful. They’re now like two men in an open grave, each frantically scrambling to climb over the other and reach safety.