Vincent Perricone, Staff Writer
We all have that dream of our self-standing on the on-deck circle. We watch the opposing pitcher work on the hitter, all while we’re standing there taking practice swings and applying pine tar to our bat.
You hear the ump let out a yelp — “STRIIIIIKE THREE!” — and now it’s our turn to walk up to the plate and dig in.
But while we’re walking up there to get going, what song is playing in the background? I’ve always been a lover of rock music. Classic rock to be exact. I’ve always wanted an intimidating song to be blasting out of the sound system, but it had to be one I like.
I always wanted “Welcome to the Jungle,” especially if I were a closer. Picture running out to the mound to open the ninth inning to Slash just wailing on the guitar. I don’t know if the other team would be intimidated or headbanging.
I’ve put a lot of thought into this, obviously, and would coordinate my song to who I played for. The Dodgers? “Hotel California.” The Giants? Journey’s “Lights.”
But the one song I’d pick to walk up to, no matter where I played? I’d pick “Smells Like Teen Spirit” by Nirvana.
No matter the situation, or location, it’s one of the greatest songs ever and one of my favorites. Try striking me out when you’re too busy jamming out on the mound to that, opposing pitcher.