And what happenned to saturday morning cartoons...
As we get older, we lose the privilege to do some of the things we did when we were younger. Also, we lose the ability to do some of the things we did when we were younger. Ofcourse, this is balanced out by new things that we get to do, and, ofcourse, some things that we Have to do.
Some people though, cling to their childhoods, in various ways. My cousins and I do it everytime we get together when I'm in Egypt, when we ditch the adult conversation, sit at the largest table we can find, and play spoons. It's just a little slice of childhood. Good times all around. I consider this fairly benign, especially because we are playing with little ones as well. If we were a group of 20 somethings just playing spoons, well, there might be a problem with that.
That aside though, you know what I have a problem with, and recently got double confirmation about it? Men, specifically not young men, bringing their baseball mitts to the ballpark. What's a 40-something doing bringing a mitt to the game? Worse, what's a 20-something doing bringing a mitt to the game??? The reasons we bring mitts to the game as children are many, amongst them the fact that when we were younger, we felt more part of the game with our mitt there. Who knows, maybe Coach will need me to step on the field, and if so, hey, I have my baseball mitt. Also, as a young boy (all the way up to the age of 14), we can't really catch particularly well, specifically, we can't catch a speeding line drive, and so we wear our mitt to increase our chances of snagging a foul ball or home run, and thereby cementing our love for baseball right then and there.
But, when you reach a certain age, in my book it will be 18, though if you're 16 and you have a mitt at the stadium, I will certainly look upon you with extreme disdain, you need to lose the training wheels, both the emotional connection of the baseball mitt, as well as the practical, help me catch a ball aspect. Our experience and our mature bodies demand that we, like the Men we claim to be, lose our crutches of childhood, and stick our hand in the way of a speeding line drive while holding our Baby with the other hand, and snag the ball out of the air like it was an afterthought!
Did anybody see that video by the way? Sports Center showed it sometime this summer, a Man, at the baseball game holding his baby, gets a foul ball hit directly at him. Without shying out of the way, this Man reached out his non-baby hand, and calmly corralled the baseball. It is an understatement to say that I was impressed. In a moment of potentially high stress and pressure, this Man laughed at the potential danger, instead revealing it to be what it was, a harmless toy. I want to shake that man's hand.
On PTI the following day, Tony and Mike both commented that anyone over the age of 12 who takes his mitt to the baseball game is a loser, pure and simple. And, as I'm certain Hox is well aware, the Sports Guy has a long standing history of opposing Adult Mitts at the ballpark.
So I say NO to adult-mitt-bringers everywhere. I say put your hand in the line of fire, and test your mettle. It may not make you a loser to bring your mitt, but it certainly makes you less of a man!
There, I said it!
Some people though, cling to their childhoods, in various ways. My cousins and I do it everytime we get together when I'm in Egypt, when we ditch the adult conversation, sit at the largest table we can find, and play spoons. It's just a little slice of childhood. Good times all around. I consider this fairly benign, especially because we are playing with little ones as well. If we were a group of 20 somethings just playing spoons, well, there might be a problem with that.
That aside though, you know what I have a problem with, and recently got double confirmation about it? Men, specifically not young men, bringing their baseball mitts to the ballpark. What's a 40-something doing bringing a mitt to the game? Worse, what's a 20-something doing bringing a mitt to the game??? The reasons we bring mitts to the game as children are many, amongst them the fact that when we were younger, we felt more part of the game with our mitt there. Who knows, maybe Coach will need me to step on the field, and if so, hey, I have my baseball mitt. Also, as a young boy (all the way up to the age of 14), we can't really catch particularly well, specifically, we can't catch a speeding line drive, and so we wear our mitt to increase our chances of snagging a foul ball or home run, and thereby cementing our love for baseball right then and there.
But, when you reach a certain age, in my book it will be 18, though if you're 16 and you have a mitt at the stadium, I will certainly look upon you with extreme disdain, you need to lose the training wheels, both the emotional connection of the baseball mitt, as well as the practical, help me catch a ball aspect. Our experience and our mature bodies demand that we, like the Men we claim to be, lose our crutches of childhood, and stick our hand in the way of a speeding line drive while holding our Baby with the other hand, and snag the ball out of the air like it was an afterthought!
Did anybody see that video by the way? Sports Center showed it sometime this summer, a Man, at the baseball game holding his baby, gets a foul ball hit directly at him. Without shying out of the way, this Man reached out his non-baby hand, and calmly corralled the baseball. It is an understatement to say that I was impressed. In a moment of potentially high stress and pressure, this Man laughed at the potential danger, instead revealing it to be what it was, a harmless toy. I want to shake that man's hand.
On PTI the following day, Tony and Mike both commented that anyone over the age of 12 who takes his mitt to the baseball game is a loser, pure and simple. And, as I'm certain Hox is well aware, the Sports Guy has a long standing history of opposing Adult Mitts at the ballpark.
So I say NO to adult-mitt-bringers everywhere. I say put your hand in the line of fire, and test your mettle. It may not make you a loser to bring your mitt, but it certainly makes you less of a man!
There, I said it!