Performer: Metallica
Songwriters: James
Hetfield, Lars Ulrich
Original
Release:
S&M
Year: 1999
Definitive
Version:
None.
“When
it comes to be that the soothing light at the end of your tunnel is just a
freight train coming your way.” Yeah, I know what that feels like, all right.
Considering I cited that line from this song in my email June 12, 2008, it
should come as no surprise that No Leaf Clover is high on this here list. But
the story I’m about to relate took place years before that day.
When
I visited Jin on what turned out to be quite the epic visit in September 2001,
as I’ve documented on several occasions, one of our activities in Los Angeles was
a Dodgers game. Of course, I’m not going to say no to a baseball game when
suggested, but I think Jin wanted to go herself and used me as an excuse to get
out there. I’m fine with that.
The
Dodgers were playing the Cardinals, but it really didn’t matter. I was just
happy to be back to Dodger Stadium. It was a perfect night, and the p.a. played
this song at one point before the game. Jin had mocked Metallica for playing
with a symphony, but she thought No Leaf Clover sounded pretty good.
Fortunately,
we had that in the aural bank, because we then endured perhaps the world’s
worst rendition of the Star Spangled Banner. Let me qualify that: Carl Lewis
butchered the national anthem in a way that was so bad it was good. This was so
bad it was bad.
Two
chick singers trying to make it big but didn’t (thank God) did the dishonors,
and I’ll tell you: Bleeding Gums Murphy would have been proud of their nearly
five-minute (I kid you not) rendition. I bet you didn’t know that every word in
the song had multiple notes. I half-expected the Queen of Melisma, Mariah
Carey, to rush the field at some point and clock the two of them with a bat and
then apologize for inflicting the dreaded singing disease on the world. It
would have been a nice gesture.
Anyway,
the game itself was pedestrian. We sat in the lower bowl down the first-base side
in right field. I brought my glove, but no foul balls came anywhere near. As
the game progressed and Dodger fans dutifully left early to beat traffic, we
moved closer to home plate, so we were almost behind the Dodgers dugout.
This
had two purposes: The first was to see the game better. The second was that because
it was fireworks night, we’d be able to see the show better.
As
the last out tolled in a 7-3 Dodgers victory, I noticed that all the
ushers—distinct in their Panama hats and Aloha shirts—went on the field and
ringed the infield. That seemed odd; I hadn’t seen anything like that unless it was a ballpark’s finale. Why tonight?
Then
I looked down the right-field line and saw fans mass behind the gate that makes
up part of the right-field wall. Suddenly, it dawned on me what was happening.
I turned to Jin and said, almost in disbelief: “They’re gonna let us go down on
the field to watch the fireworks.”
That’s
precisely what happened. The gates swung open—not only in right field but all
along the first- and third-base lines—and people swarmed the outfield. Of
course, Jin and I went down. Are you kidding me: Go onto the field at Dodger
Stadium? Hell yes we’re doing that!
I’d
been on the field of a Major League ballpark many times before, as I’ve mentioned,
but this was different. This was the first time I’d done it as a fan, not a so-called
member of the press, and because it was a surprise, as well as in one of the
most prestigious ballparks in the country, I was thrilled beyond words.
It
was great to see others felt the same way. A couple people brought their mitts
and a ball so they could have a catch in the outfield at Dodger Stadium. How
cool would THAT have been? The vibe was nothing but happiness.
Jin
and I took off our shoes to walk around the outfield in bare feet and plopped down
on the hallowed ground in center field to watch the fireworks. I kept running
my hands through the grass during the fireworks display, which was
spectacular—and CLOSE UP.
It
had been a great visit so far. L.A. was calling me in a big way, no question
about it.
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