CC Called Him a Clown, Now The Fans Call Him a Good Luck Charm — Clint Frazier’s Back for Game 4

Only in the Bronx could something like this happen. A former Yankee outcast becomes the unexpected good luck charm the team desperately needed. Clint Frazier, yes that Clint Frazier, showed up at Yankee Stadium for Game 3 like a man on a mission—only his mission wasn’t redemption on the field, it was redemption in the bleachers.

i will be at yankee stadium tonight with the bleacher creatures again to run it back !

— Clint Frazier (@clintfrazier) October 8, 2025

Before the series even began, Frazier joked online about whether he should buy tickets and sit with the infamous “bleacher creatures.” Most fans brushed it off as typical Clint trolling. But when the photo dropped—Frazier in the right-field bleachers surrounded by rowdy fans—it became the moment of the night. The Yankees fell behind 6-1 early, the crowd quiet, the energy flat. Then came the rally. A comeback for the ages. A 9-6 win. The season still alive. The crowd roared, Judge went deep, and there was Frazier—arms in the air, celebrating like he never left. Just like that, the man who once couldn’t find a spot in the Yankees’ clubhouse found a permanent one in the hearts of fans.

good luck charm ?? i think soooo yankees fucking win with me in the bleachers !!

— Clint Frazier (@clintfrazier) October 8, 2025

Now he’s being called the Yankees’ “good luck charm.” And with Game 4 looming, one question hangs in the Bronx air thicker than October humidity: can Clint make it two in a row?

From Feud to Folklore: The CC Sabathia Beef

Of course, nothing in Yankee Universe happens quietly. While fans were loving Clint’s energy in the bleachers, days before Clint set foot in Yankee Stadium, former Yankee ace CC Sabathia was making noise online—calling Frazier a “f***ing clown.” No sugarcoating, no holding back. That’s CC being CC. The two have a history that dates back to their time in pinstripes. CC was the veteran leader; Clint was the fiery young outfielder who didn’t always play by Yankee rules. There were rumors of locker-room friction back then, and clearly, time hasn’t healed all wounds.

CC’s comment came after Frazier teased doing a live podcast from the bleachers during the playoffs. Typical Clint move—half trolling, half genius marketing. CC wasn’t having it. But here’s the thing: Clint doesn’t need CC’s approval. The fans gave him something bigger—acceptance. After years of being the butt of jokes for his hair, his attitude, his tweets, he finally found his lane. Sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with the people who never stopped caring about the energy, the spark, the swagger. That’s the real redemption story here.

Sorry CC, We Love Ya—but We’re Riding with Clint

Look, CC’s a legend. Nobody’s taking that away. He bleeds pinstripes, he’s a Hall of Famer. But right now, this team needs all the good vibes it can get. They’re one loss from elimination, and if Clint Frazier in Section 203 is what sparks another miracle, then so be it. Sorry CC—we love ya, but we’re riding with Clint this week.

The Yankees don’t need another analytical breakdown. They need that chaotic, unfiltered energy that only the Bronx can provide. They need the ghosts. They need that irrational, superstitious belief that somehow, some way, a guy like Clint Frazier sitting in the cheap seats can change the entire vibe of a series. And maybe he already has.

The Bleacher Throne Awaits

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Wednesday night is judgment night. Game 4. The same fans who doubted Clint once will now be scanning the bleachers looking for his red hair and wild grin. If the Yankees pull off another win, there’s no debate—Clint officially wears the crown. King of the Creatures. Lord of the Bleachers. The unlikeliest of Bronx heroes.

In a season full of storylines, this one might be the wildest yet. A fallen Yankee returns not to play, but to cheer. To join the madness, to live in the moment, to help the Bronx believe again. Maybe baseball gods work in mysterious ways. Maybe the curse has turned into a charm.

Whatever it is—if the Yankees win again—don’t expect anyone to question it. Not analytics, not logic, not CC Sabathia. Because in October, magic doesn’t need an explanation. It just needs a seat in the bleachers.