When Todd Frazier arrived at the visitor’s clubhouse in Minnesota this summer after his trade to the Yankees, he settled in among a room full of new teammates and introduced himself to the freckle-faced rookie at the adjacent cubicle.
His name: Clint Frazier.
There was no relation, but soon there was a relationship. The next day, when the team flew to Seattle, the Fraziers exchanged phone numbers and shortly thereafter some banter, which has stopped only intermittently since.
“He texted me and said, ‘This is your dad,’” Clint said. “That’s what started my response back to him: ‘No, you’re not my dad.