The other day as part of Pile On The Yankees Day II, it was once again observed that the Yankee Stadium batting practice policies stink.
This article I think is a good illustration of how teams no longer “get it” and a good illustration of why you become a fan, and how you come to love someone not-that-good like a Lee Mazzilli.
Fred Andrews was a second baseman who played 16 major league games over two seasons with the Philadelphia Phillies in the mid-1970s. Remember him? Probably not.
His was a forgettable career, but I will remember Fred Andrews for as long as I have a memory, because Fred Andrews took time during batting practice one afternoon to sign a baseball that had somehow jumped from the field into my hands. Maybe it stopped rolling before I picked it up. I don’t remember.
I remember Fred Andrews.
And I remember Vida Blue, who once tossed a lopsided batting practice baseball to me on another afternoon at Shea Stadium.
And Felix Millan, who used to move up and down the right field stands before games signing for anyone who asked. It was impossible to go to a New York Mets game and not get Millan’s autograph. He was Plan B on those nights when Plan A (Tom Seaver) didn’t sign. At least you went home with something.
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