The first two photos today are related in an interesting way. Last weekend, the Los Angeles Angels baseball club was in town to play the Orioles here as the celebration for the 25th year at our groundbreaking stadium continued. Both teams had commemorative patches on their jerseys. The 25th anniversary was the focus of O's uniform patch on the bottom, with the big "25." On top is the patch the Angels were wearing, also with a big "25," but that one saluted the late ballplayer Don Baylor, who began his career as an Oriole, and wore #25 before being traded away. He achieved his greatest fame wearing that number as an Angel, and recently passed from multiple myeloma in his native Texas. He was a fine player, coach and manager, and he is missed dearly.
All the cool hepcats use abbreviations in writing now, like OMG and IKR. Well, one look at this water slide and I'm all NFW - no freakin' way!
Speaking of great Orioles of the past, on the right is 1966 American League MVP and genial slugger John "Boog" Powell, barbecue entrepreneur at the 25-year-old ballpark these days. On the left is Oakland A's outfielder Herschel Mack "Boog" Powell, whose parents had the foresight to give him a nickname to live up to as he developed into a ballplayer.
"What we have in mind here is noodle soup for 400,000."
Like so many things in life, lightning is often a) beautiful b) majestic c) dangerous d) destructive and e) misspelled as "lightening."
Remember the days when you couldn't open a magazine without cutting your finger on one of these blow-in cards for a record club, which gave you 127 albums for one thin dime and then kept sending them even after you moved to get away from the monthly mailing of Conway Twitty vinyl?
Ask 50 old-skool country music fans, "Who's your favorite country singer?" and I'll wager 45 of them will say "George Jones." I found this cool picture of the doorway to "The Possum's" gravesite at Woodlawn Memorial Park Cemetery in Fort Smith, AR. The quote is from Jones's great 1974 hit "The Grand Tour," and I thank the splendid Instagram page "We Hate Pop Country" for the photo, because there is nothing worse than cold grits, warm beer, or fake country music.
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