The All-Star game was pretty decent this year, and even better, because Robinson Cano got hit by a pitch and Dustin Pedroia got the go-ahead to play. It was great to see Pedey out there. I was so proud of him, my heart surged. He earned and deserved to be out there with this year’s other greats.
It was also great to see Cano hit by that pitch. There were the typical dramatics from the broadcasters— “Oh no, this could be bad. He’s being seen by the trainer. Nope he’s okay.” God bless the broadcasters, they can create a story line that rivals a Jerry Bruckheimer film. Still, it seems Matt Harvey didn’t help us out enough. We don’t want that juicehead Cano coming to Boston, but he is. (Speaking of Matt Harvey, great pitcher, why don’t we pick him up Mr. Cherrington?) Harvey needs to be a household name; he will not, if he remains a Met.
Yes, it was nice to see the respect paid to Mariano Rivera, but to say that he is the “greatest pitcher of all time,” I am not sure. He is the greatest closer of all time. Yes, I know semantics, but let’s look at this fact. Statistics are inflated because of limited innings he pitches. As I tweeted on Tuesday night, the best thing about Rivera is that he is a Metallica fan. To come out to “Enter Sandman” every night, definitely sets a certain psychological tone to the other team. He is a class act, and I guess, should be a hall-of-fame closer. Did they really have to give him a truck? Please! Yech!
And finally, the respect Joe Buck paid to Jim McCarver was a true tear-jerker. McCarver really got choked up when Buck told him his scorecard would be headed to the Baseball Hall of Fame. It was a real touching moment to end, a somewhat memorable, All-Star game.