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Enter Badman: Mariano Rivera Has Been Quietly Deceiving Us For Years

All this time, I thought me and Mariano Rivera were a lot alike, had a shared trait, a common interest, but no, turns out the legendary New York Yankees closer has been playing me (and all of you) for simpleminded, gullible saps. Sure, both Mariano and I share a common heritage — we’re both Irish-Italian — but now I find out he wasn’t even behind the choice to blast Metallica’s “Enter Sandman” at Yankee Stadium when he made his way from the bullpen to the mound to saw off some more hitter’ bats, leaving them speechless, emasculated and awed. Nope. Talk about feeling like a duped chump.

The guilt, the lying, the effort required to maintain the misleading charade finally must have become too much for Rivera to bear, as the closer has finally fessed up to not picking his own entrance music. Via SI:

“I never said that I didn’t like it, but I didn’t care about the song,” Rivera said. “I didn’t pick the song. I don’t pay attention to the music. When I go in there, I’m going to business.”

Well, good for you, Mariano Rivera. I’m really glad you don’t pay attention to the music. But how do you think that makes me feel, much less the guys from Metallica? They’re probably crushed.

Yeah, it turns out Yankees brass were impressed at how Padres fans would get worked up into a lather when Trevor Hoffman would storm onto the field to AC/DC and decided they needed something like that for their closer. Figures.

I still can’t believe it, though. Talk about being played for a fool. The next thing you’ll tell me is that not every Red Sox fan loves “Sweet Caroline”. But I know better. “Enter Sandman” is one thing, but how can’t you love everything about Neil Diamond?

Rivera on Sandman: I didn’t pick the song [SI]