Those who are Stadium regulars know Freddy, the guy who goes around asking people to bang on his pan for good luck and carries a sign with encouraging words about the Yankees. What must poor Freddy be thinking about today’s loss to the Rays, never mind about the rest of the season? A-Rod couldn’t play because of a stiff neck. Moose didn’t make it to the sixth. And Giambi had his usual throwing issue. Only Jeter showed he still had a pulse, somehow coming up with three hits against yet another pitcher to baffle the Yankees’ offense. Whether or not Jeet will break Gehrig’s record is about all the suspense left to this forgettable season. I suppose it’s possible that Ponson will surprise everybody and toss a great game in the nightcap. But – and I’m paraphrasing Obama – you can put lipstick on a mediocre pitcher but he’s still a mediocre pitcher.
Here I am with Freddy the pan man in happier times. I was just beginning my nearly three months following the Yankees for my book. Freddy was telling me about how he had a bit part in the movie “For Love of the Game.” He’s such a character. I hope the Yankees include him in their farewell festivities.