Shouldn’t Cerrone have been more specific, as in “I’m a lowly publicist, an unknown peon, for the AL Champion New York Yankees” before lighting into the poor security guard?
(And many wonder why the rest of the country regards many, but not all, Yankees, Yankees employees, and Yankees fans as classless, arrogant, and smug)
While Garciaparra, who sat out the game with a bruised heel he sustained when hit by a ground ball the previous day, was all smiles for just about everyone in a Yankee uniform — hugs for A-Rod, Derek Jeter, and former teammate Tony Clark, handshakes with Yankees manager Joe Torre and new batting coach Don Mattingly — emotions came to a boiling point in a stadium parking area, where Yankees publicist Rick Cerrone and a longtime Sox security guard, Dave McHugh, a retired postman from Portland, Maine, had a run-in.
“Do you know who I am?” shouted Cerrone, contending that McHugh had pushed him. “I’m with the American League champion New York Yankees, and you’re a typical Boston Red Sox employee.”