Nobody's Flashes: Baseball

Nobody Flashes: Let's talk baseball.

Ever since I went cold turkey after going to every single Cardinal game that was played for over four years...just because I had a big crush on Jack Clark, and not to mention the Cardinal's Baseball team during the 1980's was HOT...

Around this time of year, I get a bit nostalgic for the smell of old beer stains, the many trips to the girls bathroom to put on lipstick, and those wonderfully white, perfectly clean baseball uniforms...which gave me endless hours of speculation.

Some people speculate the universe, I used to fantasize just who did the team's laundry---some little old Chinese guy? Or did they get brand new uniforms for every game, and how much did THAT cost? Etc...etc.

Where else in America can you go and see so many men dressed so spotlessly?

For a woman who had to do Laundry every day, (and hated it) it was truly a miracle to behold. Spotless, white, bright, clean, pants and shirts....not to mention the grace of a man catching a ball in his perfect uniform...

Or dropping it.

And since the first game of baseball was played on a field in Hoboken, New Jersey called Elysian Fields, which in Greek means "paradise,"... who was I to argue the call when the runners slide into home?

In the world of baseball, in his next game, that player's uniform would be perfect again.

How cool is that?

At home, my brand new white short-shorts would, after the first washing, become forever dingy gray. There's a connection with the effort of laundry and baseball, I just haven't figured it out yet.

But...in the game of golf...did you know that the game was played in ancient Rome, Holland, Flanders, and even China and Laos?

It was the SCOTS that added the hole, and men have been chasing and dreaming of that hole-in-one ever since.

Men are so easy to entertain. Give them a ball and they are gone.

My son's first words were "ball."

I've never really gotten over it.