Mike Vaccaro has a nice piece about Jason Giambi in today's Post. He makes an analogy between Giambi and the Frank Sinatra songbook that actually holds up pretty well. It's actually just one Sinatra song but there's something a bit analogous to Sinatra's life, too.
Giambi's five years in pinstripes have been a Sinatra chorus sprung to life. He's been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king. He's been up and down and over and out. And every time he's found himself flat on his face, he really has found a way to pick himself up and get back in the race.
Vaccaro says that Giambi's passed the acid test of "can he handle New York" even if the Yankees haven't won a World Series since he came to town in 2002. He's been booed, killed by the press and injured without ever losing his confidence. When you compare that to Alex Rodriguez, Randy Johnson, Carl Pavano and several other Yankee acquisitions of the decade, Giambi's resilience is even more remarkable.
Speaking of those more fragile Yankees, Carl Pavano is waiting for the results of his latest round of x-rays and MRIs. Hopefully the St. Joseph's Hospital in Tampa has a frequent flyer program of some kind because Pavano's been in and out of their machines more often than Britney Spears enters and exits rehab. He got hit by a line drive on the foot on Saturday and since one man's hangnail is Pavano's six months of rehab the team thought it best to take him in for tests. The over-under for his return is three years.
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