It has been six years since Mariano Rivera retired. Now, on Opening
Day, the Yankees have brought back their beloved closer and icon for a
fond celebration. Today is Mo Day.
Everything in the Stadium pays tribute to Mariano today. The greatest
closer in history. Second to none. Banners hang. Cameras flash. And
when it comes to the ninth inning and the entrance of the closer, just
for tonight, the Stadium once again plays “Enter Sandman.”
David Robertson is thrilled. Certainly he has long established his
own legacy at this point, but who wouldn’t be excited at being compared
to Mo? Trotting out of the bullpen to Metallica, as trite as it may
sound, is a dream come true.
DRob is firmly on the way to his own spot in history. It is easier
to imagine him as one of baseball’s all-time greats now. Cooperstown is a
lock. He has had six years to come into his own. He has been nothing
but dominant since inheriting the closer’s role.
Back in 2013 he was only just getting started. But even in those
days, DRob was showing signs of what would come. His ERA had dropped to
2.39 by midway through that season, down from 2.67 in 2012. He had rung
up twice as many wins at the halfway point than the two he had garnered
during the entirety of the previous year. He was on track to match his
holds totals, if not surpass them.
Off the field, Robertson had become known as the guy who gives back.
His “High Socks for Hope” had helped bring relief to Oklahoma and had
continued to help communities around the nation and the world. He didn’t
shy away from media. He calmly projected a cool, professional, and
fearless air.
Now a cornerstone of the Yankees, Robertson was instrumental in
drawing talent to the Bronx and making them comfortable. Matt Harvey,
Mike Trout, and Jurickson Profar all swore by the steadying presence of
the League’s premiere reliever. They repeatedly cited Robertson as a
major plus to their becoming Yankees.
Enough woolgathering now. It is time to get to work. Metallica cuts
out. DRob looks up to see perennial All Star Bryce Harper at the plate.
Harper doesn’t look nearly as cocky facing Robertson as he does with
everyone else.
“Hello, Bryce”, DRob mutters. He does not smile. He keeps his eyes locked on to the strike zone. He uncoils his arm and throws…
Chad R. MacDonald
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