Something strange and unusual is happening to me this spring. I’ve never much cared
about sports before, but I’m developing an interest in baseball. Or maybe it’s an interest
in baseball players. All right, getting to the heart of the matter, it’s how the
players look in their uniforms. Which is mighty fine.
I suppose that goes for football, sort of, but the helmet with the face guard and the
mouthpiece hanging off it is less than appealing. Don’t even talk to me about basketball.
Whoever designs basketball uniforms has not consulted the women in the crowd, I promise you that.
I realize hockey players have to wrap themselves in a mattress in order to avoid sudden death,
but there’s nothing sexy about a hockey uniform, either.
That brings me back to baseball uniforms, and the men who wear them. They don’t look like
Babe Ruth anymore, ladies. Instead they look like Kevin Costner in one of my all-time favorite
movies, Bull Durham. Or Dennis Quaid in another one of my favs, The Rookie. Or
Robert Redford in The Natural. Yum.
For maximum enjoyment, I recommend going to the ballpark in person. This is a place where
you can yell and scream your head off, and the people around you will be thinking it’s all about
the play, or the call, or the score. But it’s really about the most excellent fit of those
uniforms. ;-) Take me out to the ballgame . . . please!
Uniformly yours,
Dream no little dreams, for they contain no magic.
--Anon
