In what turned out to be a very special evening for baseball, I still can’t shake it.
At the risk of getting labelled as a homer, and tweaking my fellow New York Giants fans and friends, I am declaring that Jason Kipnis was robbed of the All-Star Most Valuable Player recognition. Heck, I could even make the case for Toronto’s Jose Bautista driving in the game-winner with his sacrifice fly early on.
I know, I know, it’s an exhibition and a celebration of the game. And this was a special circumstance. But is baseball now going to go from giving the award to the player who most impacted the game on that night, to turning it into a de facto Lifetime Achievement Award?
What, the car wasn’t enough?
I respect Mariano Rivera, as we all do. He’s all class and grace and deserved every second of reveling in his final All-Star appearance. It was awesome. It was incredible. It was needed. And then he did what he does so often with Terminator-esque efficiency: He retired his three guys in order.
But I have a hard time convincing myself that he impacted the game on the field. And if I’m Jason (or Jose), I’m probably a little bit disappointed myself.
Maybe Jason’s just saving the recognition for a certain other MVP trophy that will be handed to him in late October. That will be a welcome trade-off.
(Read Ryan Pinheiro’s far more diplomatic take here.)
Other Tribal happenings from last night:
- Justin Masterson’s lone contribution to the game? Providing fodder for new and endless internet memes. Former Indian Cliff Lee is, was and will forever be unamused with Justin’s exuberance.
- Brett Myers might need a talking-to. We apparently have another case of “Athlete-On-Twitter-Gone-Rogue.” What started as a mostly harmless objection towards Rivera’s receiving of the MVP award turned into playful needling of Yankees fans to full-on timeline spamming of retweets of mostly angry Yankee fan bringing up Myers’ checkered past, only to have Myers round up his evening by potentially leaving open the possibility of returning to Philadelphia or Chicago. I don’t understand his endgame. Soooooo…
- Does he know something we don’t?
- Even if he does, he’s still a member of the Indians’ organization even though I doubt he’d be missed if he were free to go.
- Those people who say they want him back probably did not see him pitch this year.
- Twitter can be wonderful if used properly. Maybe Kipnis and Pestano can run a team workshop. And Joe Smith evidently deleted his account. I don’t remember the last time he used it. So, I’m sad…?
- FAT-GUY TRIPLE BY PRINCE FIELDER. Above all things that were actually about baseball, this made my night.
- Neil Diamond made my eyes bleed with his “moves.”
- Tim McCarver’s recitation of Enter Sandman. I just wish that some sure-fire Hall of Famer’s entrance music was a certain “Hostle” song off of Pantera’s Vulgar Display of Power. Do you think we can talk Giambi into using it the rest of the way this season? I will pay large sums of money to hear McCarver’s send himself (and Giambi) off in such a way.
- Joe Buck’s homage to McCarver. Awesome. Say what you will about the two of them, but you don’t often see true and pure moments like theirs on-camera.
I’m ready for Friday. I miss it already.