Remembering Max Pierre: The Sax Man
I learned about the passing of the Sax Man earlier this week and felt that after walking past him for over 10 years, it was only right to thank him.
Without a doubt my favorite piece since I began writing for Rays Colored Glasses. There wasn’t a game that passed in which Max Pierre wasn’t outside of gate 5 playing his saxophone after the game. Here is the ending to my tribute to the Sax Man:
“With Mr. Pierre came regularity. Whether I was overjoyed after a Matt Garza no-no or exasperated after an Alex Colome blown save, he was there. Not only was he there then, but he would be there next time too, his repeated presence after each and every game reminded you that there would be a game the next day. That regularity reminded you that a brutal loss due to a sloppy game full of bad baseball wasn’t the end of the world.
You just expected him to be there, now as you leave the Trop and cross 16th street, the night will be eerily quiet.
He passed away earlier this month due to a brain aneurysm at the way-to-early age of 60.
Rest in peace Max. Thank you for your constant reminder that there would be another game. I will dearly miss walking out of gate five and hearing Take Me Out to The Ballgame.
John Romano said it best earlier today:
He made his living $1 at a time, and seemed to prefer it that way. The parking lot was his stage, and the Rays were his opening act.”