Monday, November 1, 2010

IS SPITTING FITTING?

I'm looking at the fifth game of the baseball world series and even though I am engrossed in the game, one that looks like the Giants, (my favorite team) is going to win, I begin to see another pattern, a repeated pattern; the entire field is being decorated by pure, unadulterated spit and every player is guilty, a veritable deluge. Are the players unaware of the millions watching? Do they give a damn? Absolutely not, this is simply a rite of passage -- you play the fine sport of baseball and you water the field.

The managers are nervously chewing gum at 60 miles an hour and letting one watery stream fly every few minutes, double dipping so to speak. They must show leadership in the art, one that they are very adept in.

Then there are the old experts in the dying art of "tobacco" chewing. One can see one or two at the plate, a wad nestled in the right cheek, ready to chaw down once they are free to do so. This one time "manly" art is mainly passe now. But one that is not the manly art of unflinching or showing any pain once they are hit by an erring pitch. They take it and walk or run to first base.
They shake it off, not an easy task. That's all folks, see you at the San Francisco victory parade.

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