Sports are fun, and its a healthy way for me to feed my competitive spirit. I am always sad when competition takes over our better judgment. This was not the case the other night at the MLB All Star Game.
I am a Dodger fan and other than the Giants, there is no greater rival than the Yankees. Try as I might, I wish to dislike all who play in the pinstripes. This is very difficult when I fall in love with a player who later gets traded to that evil empire: Kuroda, Martin, Suzuki and others. But there is one Yankee great that I cannot dislike no matter how hard I try. Mariano Rivera is the greatest closer of our time, if not in the history of baseball. There have been few to rival him. Gagne was close, but that was only for a couple of seasons and he was likely on steroids. For Rivera to be as dominant as he was, both during and after the steroid era, is beyond impressive.
No matter how much I would like to mock every Yankee player, I must give my respect to Rivera. Because of his very impressive career, he earned everything he received the other night and his much deserved spot in the Hall of Fame.
The only thing more I wish on him is a blown save in the World Series against the Dodgers! Go Blue!