Friday Sinema: Trumpets Blaring

Okay. So y’all know I’m a big fan of baseball and softball. And baseball has some…odd traditions. Like singling “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” during the 7th inning stretch at Wrigley Field (home of the Chicago Cubs). Or singing Neil Diamond’s “Sweet Caroline” at Fenway Park in Boston. I have no clue why Red Sox fans do this. And what would a ballgame be without the stadium organ playing short bursts of familiar tunes. There’s also walk-up music when the home-field batters come out of the dugout and get in the batter’s box. With the advent of TV, talking heads, and commercial messages, walkup music is usually overshadowed. The players get to pick their own and the only one I can name is the Cincinnati Reds Joey Votto. His song, for reasons beyond my knowing, is Dolly Parton’s “Jolene.” I know this song and recognize it immediately whenever my Card play the Reds in Cincy. With the advent of the DH (Designated Hitter who hits for the pitcher), pitchers aren’t heralded with their own music. Well, with one exception. Edwin Diaz. Hot-shot relief pitcher for the New York Mets. Someone, somewhere (could have been him, again, no clue), Timmy Trumpet’s “Narco” was played. Now it’s a tradition. Trumpet (no clue what is real name is) is from Australia. Until the other night, he’s never been to an American major league baseball game. Now he’s a fan. Why? Because he performed live when Diaz made his entrance from the bullpen. I’ll admit, it was pretty cool. And I kinda like the song so there ya go. Anyway, a bit of side trip on this Friday. Have a great weekend! I’ll be watching baseball. My Cards are playing the Cubs at home in Busch Stadium.

About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of several award-winning series--Moonstruck, Nightriders MC, The Penumbra Papers, and Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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