That runs in contrast to Target Field--where a more eclectic blend (rock, rap, country) is chosen by players to accompany them to individual plate appearances.
Regardless of sport: What music would you chose to welcome you to the plate? To dial in your jump shot? To preface a downhill ski run? To play over your NHL shootout?
Or, feel free to remove the hypothetical altogether and just comment on what's in your iPod during a run or workout.
A few of my own favorites:[jump]
"Back Door Slam" by Robert Cray
Don't let the shoddy vid dissuade you: The slightly faster studio version is perhaps the funkiest offering from this blues master.
Spicer sport: Baseball.
Line to get blood moving: When I walk down the streets, the streetlights go out/When I drive through your town, the dogs start to howl.
"Scorpio" by Dennis Coffey and The Detroit Guitar Band
Detroit guitar legend's early 70's funk classic also regarded as touching the roots of Hip-Hop.
Spicer sport: Basketball.
Line to get blood moving: None: The guitar does the talking.
"The Ghost of Tom Joad" by Bruce Springsteen
Homage to Steinbeck's Grapes of Wrath (and also to Woody Guthrie), the Boss' genius, literary offering of sparse, oneness.
Spicer sport: Golf practice
Line to get blood moving: The highway is alive tonight; But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes.
"Rock and Roll Girls" by John Fogerty
Less complex than the others herein -- but this one spans the sporting landscape as just fun, classic American rock with summertime nostalgia.
Spicer "sport": Driving to the racetrack.
Line to get blood moving: If I had my way, I'd shuffle off to Buffalo; Sit by the lake, and watch the world go by.
"The Seed 2.0" by The Roots (with Cody Chesnutt)
There's no sense trying to define The Roots' impossible blend of Soul, Funk and Rock, etc. In brief: this is just one of the greatest adrenaline songs ever made (whatever you take from the lyrics).
Spicer sport: Bench press.
Line to get blood moving: And I'm left to shine, but the legacy that I leave behind be the seed that'll keep the flame; I don't ask for much but enough room to spread these wings; And the world finna know my name.