I must be older and crotchety-er than I had previously thought. There was a whole group of people sitting with us on the berm at the Travs game, and I couldn't hear a word any of them were saying. It was just. so. loud. When I complained about being an old lady and the poor selection of jock jams that seemed to be on an endless 15-second repeating loop, I learned a little something.
Baseball players get to pick their at-bat songs.
|Oh, hey Chipper.|
This was a revelation to me. My sweet friend Sarah Leer was shocked, shocked! that I didn't know this tradition. She said that one of the first things she asks people, to assess their awesomeness and calculate likelihood of future friendship, is what their at-bat song would be.
I was floored. I've had this recurring daydream for about 20 years now: I'm a rockstar, I'm standing in the backstage area of a mega-arena filled with my adoring fans, and they're all cheering- ready for me to make my grand entrance. (Pathetic? Maybe. But it's my happy place. You have your beach, I have my limelight.) I imagine this is how ball players feel when they step up to the plate, energized and totally psyched up by the song of their choosing.
Your at-bat song is no light matter. I thought about what mine would be for weeks before it dawned on me.
There is one song that has stuck with me since the first time I heard it about nine years ago. It's like a Pavlovian booty-shaking response when I hear it. It makes my happy and it makes me dance. I have applied various lyrics to various stages of my life. It gives the listener no choice but to love it more.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give to you.....
My at-bat song.
Turn it up loud.
Isn't it fantastic?
So give your at-bat song some serious thought (or maybe you've had it picked out for years? Wild Thing? Pour Some Sugar on Me? Bo Diddley?) and let me know!!