In a dark room somewhere, Steve Perry is quietly weeping:

The greatest that I ever saw, born in Panama.
He wore the midnight blue, winning everywhere.
A hitter with a broken bat, loser with a Boston hat.
He always threw them strikes that would cut and cut and cut and cut.
Bleacher creatures weeping to Metallica.
Why’d you have to shag that fly . . . ?

Wait, didn’t Steinbrenner fire Costanza?

H/T Repoz of Baseball Think Factory.