Look At Me, I Could Be Centerfield

We've always wondered how much thought goes into the songs the boys pick to play when they come up to bat. We're hoping a few years ago when Jeter had "Magic Stick" he didn't overthink that one. It's always rap with A-Rod, Jeter, and Cano, and you can count on some latin beats for Posada, Molina, and Melky. It sets the tone for their at-bats and to be perfectly honest, we think they should let us decide their songs for them. So, we've taken the liberty to put some down here, and we're pretty sure that's all we have to do to get them played tonight in The Bronx.

Jeter: My Boyfriend's Back by the Angels. Can't you just see Jeet singing that to opposing teams? He's been gone for such a long time....now he's back and things will be fine. You're gonna be sorry you were ever born, cause he's kind of big and he's awful strong. Well, hopefully not THAT strong anymore.

Johnny D.: Jesus Take the Wheel by Carrie Underwood. The hottest player in baseball really can't do this all on his own.

Teix: Start Me Up by The Rolling Stones. Teix really just needs a bit of a jump start. We see him kind of as that rusty lawnmower in the garage. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. We need to start him up and he'll never stop.

A-Rod: Greed, Hate, Envy by Nelly. Expanded my game off into amphetamines.... Let's be honest, we're not big A-Rod fans. In fact, he epitomizes what so many of us dislike about the team. But, if he can learn to follow the rules, stay cool, and rock jewels, we may be able to come around a litttle bit.

Hitdeki Batsui: Domo Arigato by Styx. Not just because he's Japanese. Because he is a robotic baseball genius. The man doesn't flinch. He is like a little wind-up toy. Thank you very much, Mr. Roboto for doing the jobs that nobody wants to.

Nicky Swish: Personality by Lloyd Price. It's pretty simple, he's got personality. Walk, talk, smile, charm, love. And plus he's got some great big at-bats.

Robbie: Work it by Missy Elliot. Have you heard him give interviews? This is solely about our inability to understand a word the man says. Love him. Can't. Understand. Him. Maybe he is speaking backwards like Missy.

Melky: Center Field by John Fogerty. Seriously Joe. There's new grass on the field, he's a brown-eyed handsome man. Anyone can understand the way we feel. He's ready to play, today. He really could be center field. Just stop messing with the lineup we mailed you.

Posada: Head and Shoulders, Knees, and Toes by...Mother Goose? Or is it Cabeza, Hombros, Rodillas, et Dedos? Hip Hop has just gotta get better. Come on. We need you.

C.C: I Want Candy by the Strangeloves. We like to think C just needs a little energy boost to get him through those innings.

Mo: If you thought we was going to put anything here but Enter Sandman, we would have expected you to stop reading this blog.

Girardi: Livin' on a Prayer by Bon Jovi. Unfortunately for Joe, it does make a difference if they make it or not.

Steinbrenner: What's My Age Again? by Blink 182. Nobody likes you when you're 78.

Stay tuned, more wit to come.