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david6of7 · 8 months
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Mariano Rivera
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dinosaurwithablog · 1 month
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Before I turned the game off, I was blessed to see Mariano Rivera doing an interview in the booth with Michael Kay and Paul O'Neil for the YES network. Mariano is the best closer who has ever played the game for any team at any time, anywhere. He was phenomenal. He is, also, the only player to be unanimously voted into the Hall of Fame. He was something special, that's for sure. He is a charming and talented man with a great personality and a great sense of humor. It was great to see him!! Let's go Yankees!!!!!
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porterdavis · 4 months
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arthropooda · 1 year
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nancylou444 · 1 month
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Mariano 🥰
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ungoliantschilde · 2 months
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Mariano Rivera makes his final entrance as a player in the MLB.
ENTER SANDMAN!!
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yessoupy · 6 months
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my favorite baseball game (15 april 2007)
below is something i wrote in 2012 to commemorate my favorite baseball game.
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This was inspired by a thread on Myspace about how awesome Mariano Rivera is, even though he's kind of old. Whenever the-last-remaining-#42 is mentioned, just one game comes to mind, one glorious game in April.
I wrote this little ditty and posted it in that thread, but decided that here would be a good, permanent home for it.
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I will tell you about my favorite Mariano Rivera outing. I invite you all to share your own.
Over a year ago in the bright sunlight of the Oakland Coliseum, it’s a day game in April, and the date is Sunday the 15th.
The attendance is 35,077, the same it’s been for the whole series – a sellout crowd (in more ways than one). The Yankees are in town. More than just the famed Mariano Rivera is wearing the number 42.
Rich Harden is pitching.
A two-run first inning had put the A's up early, but their bats were unable to produce the rest of the game.
Goose eggs for both teams until the seventh inning, where after two pitches to Alex Rodriguez (a strike and a ball) Jason Kendall trots out to the mound in all his veteran glory and is joined by home plate umpire Laz Diaz and then the pitching coach, manager, and trainer.
Meanwhile, Rodriguez gets treatment of his own for a bloody nose.
Rich shakes his head at Larry Davis and speaks some in his Canadian tongue, which he slips into in moments of frustration and pain. (Davis, of course, is well-versed in Canadian after spending so much time with the oft-injured pitcher.)
Rich shrugs, nods, and smirks at manager Bob Geren, who is not so familiar with Canadian and steps off the mound to allow Rich to throw some pitches. Rich throws one high and windmills his shoulder. He insists upon staying in the game and Geren, lulled into a false sense of security by the Canadian's charm and gentle smirk, lets him stay in.
Rodriguez, bloody nose taken care of, steps into the box. He works a double off Rich and Geren heads back to the mound and takes the ball from that tricky Canadian. He is done for the day, done for the week, and done for most of the season.
Joe Kennedy (may he rest in peace) enters the game to face Jason Giambi (who is being heartily booed by the Oakland faithful). His first pitch ends up in right field and there are runners on the corners with no outs, Jorge Posada up to the plate. He scorches a double down the left field line on the 9th pitch of the at-bat, scoring Rodriguez and sending Giambi, not exactly fleet of foot, to third. Rich's run has scored and the lead is hanging on by a thread with men on second and third and no outs. The sun beats down on Joe's fair skin and the temperature rises.
Giambi scores on a sacrifice fly by Robinson Cano and it’s a tie ballgame. It’s 2-2 and Rich’s win is gone. Joe has blown the save and with one out and a runner on third he can only hope to get back into the dugout without giving up another run.
Kiko Calero is up in the bullpen.
The Yankees take the lead on a sac fly from Melky Cabrera and Joe keeps sweating. Doug Mientkiewicz strikes out trying to check his swing and the inning is over.
But in the 8th, Joe gives up another run to make it 4-2, Yankees. Kiko comes in to finish of the inning and Jay Marshall pitches a scoreless 9th.
Athletics fans shake their heads when Mariano Rivera steps in, that number 42 on his back making them wince, thinking of their broken starter on this Jackie Robinson Day (not to mention the closer’s impeccable stats and spotless baseball reputation).
Eric Chavez grounds out on the first pitch of his at bat and A’s fans sigh.
Bobby Crosby hits a fly ball to right field, giving the A’s fans a brief rush of “Maybe, could he possibly …?” before it lands in Bobby Abreu’s glove. The A’s fans either sit down to wait out the last out or walk up the aisles to beat the traffic home.
Todd Walker (who else remembered he had a stint with the A’s in 2007?) slaps a basehit to left field and some of those fans walking out slide into a seat, just in case.
Jason Kendall is at bat and as he is swinging through a pitch Todd takes second base on defensive indifference. Jason takes on a 3-1 count and the umpire calls a strike. Geren hollers from the A’s dugout and A’s fans make themselves known. “Are ya crazy, blue? That was a mile high! Who’s payin’ your salary -- Steinbrenner?”
Marco Scutaro is on deck, taking his swings and waiting for the moment he was born for.
Jason fouls off the next pitch and the pitch after that and the one after that goes off his ankle. He’s a hard-nosed gamer not afraid to get dirty, but that’s not what he’s getting paid to do as an Oakland Athletic; he’s getting paid to get on base.
Jason steps back in and waves his bat and takes a pitch high and at his hands. As he takes his base the remaining A’s fans get to their feet – the winning run is at the plate and it’s Marco Scutaro holding the bat!
Posada walks out to the mound and pats Rivera on the back. Maybe he’s saying what to throw next, maybe he’s talking about what Marco’s weaknesses are, and maybe he’s just telling him a joke. Whatever it is, Marco waits patiently, prepared.
Batting ninth in this game Marco has struck out twice and grounded to short, hardly anyone’s best hope in this kind of situation, but all of Oakland remembers his magical doubles and how the stadium shook with their shouts of his name last October, the team clean and crisp and finally finally winning.
Rivera paints the black for a called strike and Marco steps back, appraising the opposing pitcher. He bows his head, adjusts his helmet, and eyes his bat as if to say, “You got a hit in you? Please, jus’ don’ strike out.” He spits in the dirt and steps back in, tapping the ground with his bat and digging in with his cleats. Marco pulls the next pitch foul and the crowd is so full of Yankees fans that hardly a sound goes up in hope. Marco steps out of the box and applies more pine tar to his bat.
It’s the bottom of the ninth. There are two outs. Todd Walker is on second, Jason Kendall is on first, the score is 4-2 favoring the visitors and Marco stands in with an 0-2 count. The crowd gets loud, Yankees fans cheering for a strike and Oakland fans just wanting to get another man on for Bradley. They dare not hope for more. Their tender hearts are already hurting from the loss of their short right-handed power pitcher.
The runners take their leads off their respective bases.
Rivera leans in, gets his sign, then straightens up.
Marco peers out intently from under the brim of his batting helmet and the ball is on its way.
Marco makes contact to left field, it’s high, it’s away, it’s heading towards the foul pole --
“If it’s fair, it’s ------ GONE! THE A’S WIN IT! SCUTARO WINS IT! Celebrate -- Oakland A’s, are you kidding me?”
Marco rounds the bases after Todd and Jason, rushing to meet the clutch of his teammates surrounding home plate, smiles splashed across their faces and the A’s fans, out-cheering the Yankees fans for once, shouting his name --
“MAR-CO! SCU-TA-RO!”
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Rivera left Oakland that April 15th, still looking for his first save of the 2007 season.
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patrickajohn · 7 months
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Elucidate the life and significance of Mariano Rivera as an inspirational figure.
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tatsports1997 · 1 year
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ramascreen · 2 years
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Official Trailer For IT AIN'T OVER | Yogi Berra Documentary
Sony Pictures Classics has released this official trailer for IT AIN’T OVER documentary. Directed by: Sean Mullen Featuring Interviews With:​ Billy Crystal, Bob Costas, Vin Scully, Derek Jeter, Joe Torre, Mariano Rivera, Joe Girardi, Ron Guidry, Willie Randolph, Don Mattingly, Tony Kubek, Bobby Richardson, Suzyn Waldman, and Lindsay Berra  IT AIN’T OVER is an intimate portrait of Lawrence Peter…
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david6of7 · 8 months
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Mariano Rivera
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avatarvyakara · 1 year
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Keeping things running in San Ambrosio—and Santa Cecilia too…
205. Táctica
(nf) tactics
The letters make it back to them, somehow. (Say what you like about northerners, their postal service could probably deliver messages from the dead themselves.)
Coco Rivera de Reyes is surprisingly gentle. Dolores has a habit of hearing words as she reads them, and the older woman’s tone is always so calm, so sweet, in her head. So patient.
But of course she wants to know more. Dolores expected this. You don’t get strangers writing to you out of the blue about your long-lost father’s murder (Dolores can never listen to one of Bastito’s Ernesto de la Cruz albums again) without a smidgen of curiosity. She should have expected, too, that Coco would prove herself quite perceptive of Dolores’ little hints here and there in her letter. But the other woman doesn’t say so outright; instead, she circumnavigates the topic as dextrously as any San Ambrosiano, or for that matter Dolores herself, might do. As though the walls around her have eyes and ears.
Alas, my own family prefers to limit their perceptions of events, unlike yourself. Life is pleasant in Santa Cecilia, but work is a must for all of us. A clear focus on what needs to be done saw my mother and uncles and me through many a hard year. Distractions can be a danger, and my mother has gone through enough in her lifetime that she no longer tolerates them. There are times when my cuñada, Rosita, disagrees with this assessment. I personally like to keep an open mind. I certainly intend to visit the memorial in the town when I am able. I hope to tell you all about it.
…miércoles, the memorial. The one not due to open for twelve years yet. Did they put that in the timeline?
“She is good,” marvels Isabela.
Dolores has always known everything about Isabela’s life, except for perhaps two months when she was five and Dolores four. As a happy medium of exchange, she’s always known she can talk to Isabela when things bother her, so her melliza understands a bit better.
They’re sitting on the beach together. (Somehow it’s quite rare that Dolores don’t have a heart-to-heart conversation with her family that doesn’t end up in her Room. Then again, it does mean she’s literally on her own ground.)
"I mean, you did kind of spell it out for her that we were brujas all, but never mind that."
“Hm!” squeaks Dolores, mildly indignant.
It’s not as though mentioning the magic is taboo. At least, not in the valley. But too many years of hearing what people said about Tío Bruno—said in general, to be honest—have taught Dolores that sometimes holding that kind of power is seen as holding it over other people, even when your intention is to do anything but. Someone from beyond San Cristóbal—even anyone outside San Ambrosio, really—is going to be even more disconcerted. And admittedly she's probably frightened Coco enough already, even if the woman isn't letting it show.
Maybe she should have been a little more discreet. But she’s done with keeping quiet when instead of causing a panic she can actually do something. She just needs to…measure her response, perhaps.
“She was nice enough to give some advice about Julio, at least,” Isabela goes on.
The boy in question, safe in his father’s arms as he reclines next to her, gives her melliza one of those piercing looks he’s so good at. Isabela grins.
“Do you think we might try that?” asks Mariano. (She knows everything that’s bothering him, too. It’s only fair that he knows at least part of what’s bothering her, so he can help as well.)
“Try what?” asks Dolores.
“I don’t know, maybe…well, it took two generations—four by village reckoning—for the truth about the Miracle to come to light and for the family to start healing.” Mariano’s become a little more blunt over the past year, but never rudely. Just…uncomfortable truths. Just like her. (She can only hope Julio is more like him, if only for her bebé’s sake.) “And she’s already got two children. If she starts talking to them early…”
Isabela frowns. “How? It’s one thing to pass on word that their grandfather was murdered, it’s another thing to put a name and face to the culprit without proof.”
“So maybe not proof,” says Dolores. “Not just yet. Maybe we start with us.” She looks at Mariano for confirmation of what he’s thinking, and he nods happily.
(Julio looks between the two of them and gives them a very quizzical stare. She can’t quite hide the smile that pops up on her face.)
“Us?” And then Isabela catches on. “Ohhhh.”
Stories enough about the family, subtly told, to let Coco Rivera de Reyes read between the lines even further without ever coming out and asking. Stories with enough whimsy that maybe bits and pieces will sneak into the tales she tells her children, give them a taste of the magic that their world denies them. Teach them to keep an open mind, to look in far-off places for the real answers instead of accepting what’s easiest.
Keep their eyes open.
It’s a long shot. Between the three adults in the room they’re not exactly adept at psychological manipulation. (Julio has this knack for getting whatever he wants out of his family, but she’s chalked that up to him being the most adorable being that ever was upon this earth. …stop smirking, Isa.)
"We can’t expect the family to change overnight.” If even the Madrigals couldn’t, even with Mirabel’s Songs leading the way, then how will that work for a family that has outright banned music? “So we play the long game. It's a long time until the world finds out. But Tío Bruno's vision has some leeway to it. And I think we can play with that."
Her melliza nods. So does her husband. (So does Julio. Awwwww.)
Isabela and Dolores share one more thing: being screwed over by too-literal interpretations of Tío Bruno's visions.
If they can make it easier for the poor lady to get a better future—one where her family, and maybe even Mexico, accepts the truth about her papá well before it becomes public knowledge in a small village in Colombia nearly completely cut-off from the outside world—then that's what they'll do.
That's what being a Madrigal means.
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10 June 2014 | Mexican President's wife Angelica Rivera, Queen Sofía of Spain, King Juan Carlos of Spain and Mexican President Enrique Pena Nieto receives Spanish Prime Minister Mariano Rajoy for a reception in honour of Mexican President at the El Pardo Palace in Madrid, Spain. (c) Antonio Gutierrez - Pool/Getty Images
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nancylou444 · 1 year
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Mariano 🥰🥰🥰
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worldlibertytv · 1 year
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