I got doused with Powerade after the Rangers’ win over the Red Sox on Sunday. If you don’t follow the Rangers, you’re probably not aware that this is the Rangers’ bit. After every home win—for at least the last calendar year—they drench the guy doing the post game interview (or interviews) with a bucket full of Powerade. It’s what they do.
I’m not exactly sure why they do it. Check that, I do know. Because they think it’s fun. And it’s a long season. And they’re happy they won a game. And beyond that? Who cares? You might. I don’t. And neither do the 25 guys who actually play the games—and who actually get drenched.
You think it’s tired? Cool.
You think it’s over played? Awesome.
But it doesn’t matter. They dig it, and they’re going to keep doing it as long as they’re winning. These “overplayed” celebrations have no impact on anything—except the post-game interviews—and let’s be real, these aren’t exactly State of the Union addresses. Don’t get me wrong. I do my best to bring something to the post-game table, but in reality, people don’t want to hear from me, they want to hear from the players. And this is the Rangers’ post-game victory language.
I get those who look at it as a “respect issue”, and I appreciate those who are mindful of that and concerned about that, especially with the male-female dynamic. I’m sure that’s a factor in some of these post-game celebration cases, but it never is and never has been with me and the Rangers.
I take my job seriously, but I don’t take myself seriously. I’ve been around this team for a long time, and I have never felt disrespected by any of their post-game shenanigans. I have spent more hours than I can count in that clubhouse, talking to those guys—about baseball, about their families, about stupid stuff. I consider them friends (gasp!), and friends play tricks on each other. I like bits. Bits are fun.
The day before Rougned Odor got me, I poured a cup of ice cold water down his back during an interview in the dugout during batting practice. It was funny. Maybe not to you, but it was to those of us that were in the dugout—Rougie included.
Sunday, I brought a knife to a gun fight, pulling out my silly string to take on giant coolers full of Powerade and water. It didn’t work out quite the way I had envisioned, and I got soaked. Oh well. Who cares? I don’t. And if I don’t, you probably shouldn’t either.
If you’re going to do the wave, please don’t do it in a close game.
Miss Vicky’s Easy Chicken & Veggies
- 4 chicken breasts
- 1 1/2 cups broccoli florets
- 3 dozen baby carrots
- 1/2 stick of butter
- 4 tablespoons of olive oil
- 1 package of zesty Italian dressing mix
Place all the ingredients in a large casserole dish and cover with foil. Cook at 350 degrees for 45 minutes. Seriously. That’s it. Enjoy!