This is the way my wife believes he should have dressed on the field and after viewing it and laughing for 5 solid minutes I now tend to agree with her.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
and now for something completely different....
There was a famous pitcher who threw for the Yankees among other teams and he was something of legend. A fish story if you will. That being said, I bring you the great James Augustus "Catfish" Hunter!
This is the way my wife believes he should have dressed on the field and after viewing it and laughing for 5 solid minutes I now tend to agree with her.
This is the way my wife believes he should have dressed on the field and after viewing it and laughing for 5 solid minutes I now tend to agree with her.
It's time to say goodbye....
Ok, so the last 3 months of last year were not exactly picture perfect but when are they. right?
Getting married, started hanging out with some new people, and lost an old friend. I got introduced to a few new bands like Nightwish that I am very grateful to my friend for. I parked all the motorcycles and went into hibernation.
Well, it's spring and I'm still married (sometimes i have no idea how), still really digging those new bands and found a few more, and the bikes are out of storage and have already been getting a workout. More important than all of that, except for my wife, is one other thing. Baseball is here and the Red Sox are here.
No matter if you hate, love, or are totally indifferent to it doesn't matter. It means something different to all of us. For many it's a game they love and have loved for years. Another year to celebrate who you like and show where your allegiance lies. To some its a whole summer of chess on the field. Watching all the moves being made and enjoying all of it on a technical level most don't even notice. To some, like my parents, it's a continually shrinking hope to see their team go all the way once in their life time. After waiting a lifetime sometimes I'm convinced that nothing would mean more to them. To young parents ts the first chance to take their little ones to the ballpark for the first time. To share that hallowed experience between a father and son, mother and daughter, or any other combination you like. To show them that there are still a few things in life that are better when you take your time and that everything doesn't need to move so fast all the time.
To me it's the Red Sox. It has been since I was 10 years old and it will be as long as they are still around. I was raised a Chicago Cubs fan by the previously mentioned parents and was until they won the NL east in 1989 and then subsequently lost to the San Francisco Giants in the NLCS. Also at that time I discovered a player in Boston named Wade Boggs. At the age of about 10 I discovered something else about myself. I don't like losing. I made my mom take me to the store to get a new baseball hat, spent the little bit of money I had (she probably helped too), and bought a Red Sox hat. Wade Boggs and Roger Clemens were my hero's from now on. That all said and now being 20 years older, I do have a soft spot in my heart for the northsiders and would love nothing more that to see them win one. Not so much for me, but I would love to see the smiles on my parents faces if it happened.
Even if baseball means nothing to you as a sport, it signals the beginning of spring and after being stuck inside during the frigid months up to our eyeballs in snow, that's always a welcome sign. To start seeing baseball players in the newspaper again and if for no other reason than you know it will be warm soon.
Well, I will be spending the summer riding around with my wife, listening to a lot of metal while doing so, and checking the baseball scores on my phone and any radio I can find along the way. It's going to be the best summer Ive ever had and I know that for a fact.
Getting married, started hanging out with some new people, and lost an old friend. I got introduced to a few new bands like Nightwish that I am very grateful to my friend for. I parked all the motorcycles and went into hibernation.
Well, it's spring and I'm still married (sometimes i have no idea how), still really digging those new bands and found a few more, and the bikes are out of storage and have already been getting a workout. More important than all of that, except for my wife, is one other thing. Baseball is here and the Red Sox are here.
No matter if you hate, love, or are totally indifferent to it doesn't matter. It means something different to all of us. For many it's a game they love and have loved for years. Another year to celebrate who you like and show where your allegiance lies. To some its a whole summer of chess on the field. Watching all the moves being made and enjoying all of it on a technical level most don't even notice. To some, like my parents, it's a continually shrinking hope to see their team go all the way once in their life time. After waiting a lifetime sometimes I'm convinced that nothing would mean more to them. To young parents ts the first chance to take their little ones to the ballpark for the first time. To share that hallowed experience between a father and son, mother and daughter, or any other combination you like. To show them that there are still a few things in life that are better when you take your time and that everything doesn't need to move so fast all the time.
To me it's the Red Sox. It has been since I was 10 years old and it will be as long as they are still around. I was raised a Chicago Cubs fan by the previously mentioned parents and was until they won the NL east in 1989 and then subsequently lost to the San Francisco Giants in the NLCS. Also at that time I discovered a player in Boston named Wade Boggs. At the age of about 10 I discovered something else about myself. I don't like losing. I made my mom take me to the store to get a new baseball hat, spent the little bit of money I had (she probably helped too), and bought a Red Sox hat. Wade Boggs and Roger Clemens were my hero's from now on. That all said and now being 20 years older, I do have a soft spot in my heart for the northsiders and would love nothing more that to see them win one. Not so much for me, but I would love to see the smiles on my parents faces if it happened.
Even if baseball means nothing to you as a sport, it signals the beginning of spring and after being stuck inside during the frigid months up to our eyeballs in snow, that's always a welcome sign. To start seeing baseball players in the newspaper again and if for no other reason than you know it will be warm soon.
Well, I will be spending the summer riding around with my wife, listening to a lot of metal while doing so, and checking the baseball scores on my phone and any radio I can find along the way. It's going to be the best summer Ive ever had and I know that for a fact.
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