Never again shall I bang that smelly old man's pan with that greasy disgusting spoon. I am saddened and diminished by our collective Yankeeverse loss. What do you think the uniform patch to mourn Freddy's passing will look like?
I hope they do something classy in tribute to this titan--perhaps start with Yankees taking field to Curtis's "Freddy's Dead" and then they should erect a massive sky-obscuring pie plate in "Monument Park" that sets majestically atop George's Hadrian's Wall-esque plaque. They could take the old steam pipe bat that sat outside the real Yankee Stadium and have it hoisted by several ex-Yankee roided behemoths who in turn would ceremoniously whack Freddy's memorial plate to jar the wealthy fans out of their J. Rockets-induced comas during games. Better yet, maybe A.J. Burnett can volunteer his thick cranium for us to beat with blunt pewter spoons for luck--an empty head like his will ring loudly. Keep it in mind.
How about they replace the trad. Yankee logo with a new one made of interlocking greasy spoons in the familiar "NY" logo? A fitting tribute, for sure. Or maybe they can just blare incessant pan-whackings over the Stadium loudspeakers, starting at batting practice and continuing thru to Francis Albert escorting us all out of the stadium confines?
I listened to The Story on NPR this past summer every now and then when I was bored out of my fucking mind -- one night it was the story of Freddy, but more specifically the story of his son, who didn't give two shits about sports, finding his long-lost father on a chance Google search via his massive "popularity" within the City -- news articles and whatever else. Freddy was obviously a simple, kind-hearted man, and I'm happy that he died knowing his son. Touching stuff.
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Never again shall I bang that smelly old man's pan with that greasy disgusting spoon. I am saddened and diminished by our collective Yankeeverse loss. What do you think the uniform patch to mourn Freddy's passing will look like?
ReplyDeleteI hope they do something classy in tribute to this titan--perhaps start with Yankees taking field to Curtis's "Freddy's Dead" and then they should erect a massive sky-obscuring pie plate in "Monument Park" that sets majestically atop George's Hadrian's Wall-esque plaque. They could take the old steam pipe bat that sat outside the real Yankee Stadium and have it hoisted by several ex-Yankee roided behemoths who in turn would ceremoniously whack Freddy's memorial plate to jar the wealthy fans out of their J. Rockets-induced comas during games. Better yet, maybe A.J. Burnett can volunteer his thick cranium for us to beat with blunt pewter spoons for luck--an empty head like his will ring loudly. Keep it in mind.
ReplyDeleteHow about they replace the trad. Yankee logo with a new one made of interlocking greasy spoons in the familiar "NY" logo? A fitting tribute, for sure. Or maybe they can just blare incessant pan-whackings over the Stadium loudspeakers, starting at batting practice and continuing thru to Francis Albert escorting us all out of the stadium confines?
ReplyDeleteI can't believe anyone would comment on this?
ReplyDeleteI listened to The Story on NPR this past summer every now and then when I was bored out of my fucking mind -- one night it was the story of Freddy, but more specifically the story of his son, who didn't give two shits about sports, finding his long-lost father on a chance Google search via his massive "popularity" within the City -- news articles and whatever else. Freddy was obviously a simple, kind-hearted man, and I'm happy that he died knowing his son. Touching stuff.
ReplyDeleteFuck pans, etc.
Buck Foston says,
ReplyDeleteHe died 10 years ago but no 1 told him.