Freddy Loser … Freddy Winner
Sunday, June 27th, 2004 by MattThe gang at USS Mariner likes the trade … a lot, and that works for me since I know nothing about prospects in the White Sox system.
But about Freddy, this will be my favorite memory:
It was 6:00 am on September 10, 2003. My wife and I, and our two kids, were walking through Sea-Tac to get in line at the United Airline check-in counter. The airport was pretty quiet on this Tuesday morning. As we approached the check-in area, I saw a group of people up ahead, and as we got closer, one of them looked very familiar.
“Honey – look! Freddy Garcia!” She didn’t recognize him at first, but then agreed with me that it was him. He was there with his girlfriend and two other guys who appeared to be friends of his visiting from who-knows-where.
I was wearing a Mariners polo shirt, but you’d have to look closely to see the team logo. Sean, who was 5-years-old at the time, was wearing his John Olerud t-shirt which looks like a Mariners uniform. Sean was, bar none, the biggest 5-year-old fan the Mariners have ever had. We got in line behind their group, and Freddy was facing our way chatting with his friends.
The Mariners had lost the night before. I don’t remember the opponent or the score, but I remember it was a game they pissed away and we heard on the Seattle news that they’d stayed late in the clubhouse for a players-only team meeting that apparently lasted quite a while after the game. Freddy had been having an awful season, and the team was will into the midst of their second consecutive late summer swoon … quickly falling out of 1st place and out of playoff contention. It was, in short, not a happy time to be a Seattle Mariner.
I’m not the type to interrupt famous people in situations like this, so we didn’t say anything. We didn’t need to.
Freddy smiled as he noticed Sean’s shirt, and interrupted his friends. He walked straight over to Sean and held out his hand. He probably said “Hello”, but I was too busy enjoying the mile-wide grin on Sean’s face. Freddy eventually shook all our hands and said hello, then rejoined his friends ahead of us in line. We were thrilled with the experience and the joy in Sean’s face. I remember thinking about the situation of the game the night before, and thinking that Freddy must’ve had about 3-4 hours sleep at best, and still took the time to shake hands with a 5-year-old fan. Just awesome.
A minute or two passed and Freddy’s friends were called to the counter. As they gathered their things, Freddy came back again to shake our hands one more time — a Seattle Mariner taking a moment to recognize a fan. We said “thanks” and “goodbye” and off he went with his group.
He was having such an awful season to that point that we’d been calling him “Freddy Loser” for several months. We haven’t called him that since.
Good luck Freddy Winner. Hope we see you back in a Mariners uniform in 2005.
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