Itís obvious to me that the managers and powers to be for major league baseball
teams are not women. Let me clear that statement and say that if they are women,
they certainly cannot be mothers.
Here we are in the time of the year where
we sit in front of our televisions and watch as the final two teams duke it out
over the next week or so to determine who will be the next winners. Our dogs are
upset over the lateness of our hours since we are going to bed later and later
as the innings get extended. But there I go again, getting off the subject, which
is mothers and baseball teams.
Look around the dugouts as the games get televised. Do you think any respectable
mother would allow her sons to play in that filth? Why, my wife has conniption
fits each time they pan around the dugouts. There are paper cups scattered all
over the place, pieces of paper on the floor and stuck in every nook and cranny.
God knows how much gum someone has to scrape up every few days. The place is a
mess. Chairs are in disarray, towels thrown all over the place. Germs must be
everywhere. No one seems to give a hoot about cleanliness or sanitary conditions.
And they spit. Lord, help us Ödo they spit.
They chew sticks,
gum, tobacco, paper, and perhaps nails for all we know. Every mouth on both teams
is in constant motion from the start of the game to the final out. Itís amazing
to think they would have the energy to even talk and give interviews after chewing
so hard for so long. You wonder what happened to their manners, they sneeze, cough
and wheeze in every direction with total abandon and disregard for the health
of their fellow players. Looks to me that if one guy gets the flu, then the rest
arenít far behind.
Your mother and my mother would have a stroke if they
were allowed to sit in there for thirty minutes or so. Thatís why they arenít
allowed in there.
Iíve had women ask me why they call it a Ďdug outí or
a Ďbull pení. I have to say I donít have a clue, but itís apparent there arenít
any curtains or decorator cushions evident from my viewpoint. The terminology
fits the conditions. Maybe pigpen would be more descriptive. We need to bring
this to the attention of the major league owners.
Makes you wonder what
the locker rooms look like. We wonít know since the cameras are seldom allowed
back there. I canít imagine it being much better, can you?
So do you think
its part of the scouting report to evaluate just how far a potential player can
spit? Maybe they go to his house and look at his room to see if heís really messy.
Most likely if he was neat and tidy, then he would probably get a couple of marks
off and might not make the team as well as some slob who throws all of his clothes
on the floor for his mother to pick up.
On the other hand, looking at the
kind of bucks these guys knock down I suppose itís ok for them to do just about
anything they want to do.
If I was making a gazillion bucks for playing
a game, I suppose I could act childish as well.
And not feel bad about
it at all. I could even learn to spit.
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