CLINT FRAZIER JUST CALLED OUT THE YANKEES

Thank God someone said it.

If you ever doubted that Aaron Boone is basically just the Yankees’ middle manager in pinstripes—a guy who gets handed a lineup like it’s the lunch menu at summer camp—well, Clint Frazier just handed us Exhibit A.

Frazier, the once-hyped “future Yankee star” who ended up being another name on the long list of Bronx busts, is now airing it out. And bless him for it, because someone had to finally say the quiet part out loud: the Yankees are being run by a team of Ivy League spreadsheet warriors who treat baseball like it’s a chemistry lab.

“I do feel like they hired a few too many rocket scientists to try to like make the lineup,” Frazier said during a refreshingly honest appearance on Foul Territory. “Instead of just like letting a former player or a guy that has more experience write the lineup.”

Boom. That’s the mic drop.

Frazier went even further, painting the Yankees as an organization so deep in its own numbers soup that it forgot to trust what’s happening on the field. “I could go 55-for-55 and they would be like, ‘he’s not hot, he’s going to cool down.’ They believed you were what you were.”

Translation: If you weren’t one of the golden ticket holders (read: big contracts), then no amount of hustle, production, or on-field fire could crack the daily lineup. And Frazier felt that hard. “I was just highly offended, man... I felt like I was one of the guys there trying to push the envelope. That felt personal.”

And let’s be clear—this isn’t just some bitter ex-player griping for clicks. Clint Frazier is offering a first-person glimpse into how the Yankees operate, and it’s not a pretty picture. Analytics are great, but when they’re used to the point of ignoring common baseball sense, what you get is a lineup dictated by formulas, not feel.

Boone? Well, according to this account, he’s not so much managing as he is... implementing. Someone upstairs scribbles the numbers, Boone posts them on the clubhouse wall, and voilà—the day’s lineup. Rinse, repeat, and ignore the guy hitting .400 on a hot streak because a pie chart says he's “due” to fail.

Look, Frazier’s story is hardly unique in the Bronx. He’s just one of many talented guys caught in the Yankees’ black hole of “analysis paralysis.” But he is one of the first to speak this directly and this bluntly about the dysfunction, and that’s worth noting.

Whether or not you were ever in the “Free Frazier” camp, you have to respect the guy for calling it how he sees it. He didn’t burn down the house, but he definitely lit a match—and honestly, the Yankees might need to smell some smoke before they realize how much they’ve lost their way.

So, here’s to Clint: not a villain, not a bust, just another talented player swallowed by the machine. And he’s finally telling the truth about it.