CORINTHIANS 13:11 on CREATIVE ARTS THURSDAY/FRIDAY
"When I was a child, I spoke as a child, thought as a child, etc., but when I became a man, I put away childish things."
Well, not exactly.
Twenty-five years ago, I stopped collecting BASEBALL CARDS … but a summer in America without baseball sent me into my old cardboard-buddies' storage boxes … and subsequently led to things like this.
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As I remind my wife periodically … while I can't stop the aging process … I CAN ALWAYS ACT IMMATURE.
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Great images, A.Mac. Among the movies being shown here that I've been watching are The Natural, Moneyball, A Soldier's Story and the Billy Bob Thornton version of The Bad News Bears, but it sure doesn't take the place of sitting in the stands, eating a hot dog and watching it all happen for real.
My son collected baseball cards (for many years the whole box sets) for many years starting in the mid 1980s.
Taken with my Canon F1 film SLR at 1/2000 of a second, while I was a guest in one of the Blue Jays corporate boxes in Toronto's Skydome. Normally, I sat in my season's ticket seats behind home plate.
My two favorite baseball movies are "Field Of Dreams" and "A League Of Their Own." I still enjoy watching them, no matter how many times.
Was the hitter Fred McGriff in that photo?
You asked that once before. McGriff was a big guy, did bat left, and there is a resemblance in the body, so it is a possibility.
Great photo Mac. How fun is that! I had a baseball card collection when I was young. My favorite player was Mickey Mantle. I collected others as well. When I outgrew the interest I put them away. I recently ran across them when I last moved and needed to downsize for my Studio apt. and I gave them to my Granddaughter. They may be worth some money one day and she may need it more than I do.Or, if she has a Son one day he may like to have them.
And I agree that there is always a time to act immature. No matter how old one gets.
Some of those must be worth a small fortune.
Great images! B and I were just talking about wishing we still had all our childhood baseball cards and comic books.
Who would have thought old comic books would be worth money.
Hell, I would have even taken better care of my old metal lunchboxes with the thermos.
I woulda taken better care of my brown paper bag...Wait, what!!!!!
I don't get out early very much any more, but here's another shot from the beginning of May.
What a great photo EG...
Orange haze.
Both the composition and the colours are superb.
That's a beauty EG. That sunrise looks very inviting, and the water looks very cold.
A wise comment by those 13 Corinthians...wise indeed! 🙂
This is my dad's hero and of course mine as well.
Albert Chief Bender, Crow Wing County MN. Member of the White Earth Ojibwe band and a Hall of Fame member.
My dad who was a hell of a ballplayer with his brother met Albert on a number of occasions. Dad and my uncle never got to pursue their baseball dream. WWII happened.
One of my favorite stories about Albert is when the fans would scream racial insults at him, he would stand there cup his hand around his mouth and holler back at them, ''Foreigner''....LMAO
How apropos! There is no cure for stupidity. Those spewing the insults at Albert likely had no idea why he was yelling "Foreigner" at them.
He kind of looks like Frank Langella, the actor.
Photo by my Dad
This is (was) me in 1960. In those days in Philly, no such thing as T-ball, "everyone makes the team and gets a trophy," all sandlot team baseball was highly competitive across the city and Philly suburbs. After each game, coaches would select the game-MVP for the opposing team, and, mid-season, the players with the most votes at their position would be designated as ALL STARS … and get to play a game in Philadelphia's Connie Mack Stadium (where the Phillies and other Major League Teams played)!
A thrill (played there twice, in '58 and '60). I remember standing on the pitcher's mound thinking thoughts like, "Holy shit, Koufax, Roberts and others pitched from where I'm pitching!"
Memory of a lifetime.
That had to be one hell of a thrill.
Although I played catch with my son a lot (he liked being a catcher in his games), my father never played catch with me and in fact never played any sport with me except golf (unless fishing is considered a sport and we did do that together), so I never was that good at sports. Do you think that if I build a golf course he will come?
People will come, Buzz; people will come; they'll plunk down twenty dollars without thinking and say, "mind if we look around" … for it's money they have, Buzz, and peace they lack …
People will come, Buzz.
People will come.
Indeed. To stand where the greats have stood must have been a truly inspirational experience. I played sandlot baseball growing up, and even though I was a girl, I had hopes that one day when I grew up I might be able to play real baseball. I played softball in Jr and High school at first as catcher, then first base, pitcher, umpire at home plate, and after I that asst. coach. I enjoyed them all, and hated to give them up when we moved to Calif from Tex when I was 16.
I can still remember being at my Grandmas house listening to Myron Cope announce the Pirate games. Watching my brothers flip cards with their friends.
My brother gave my son his baseball card collection about 10 years ago. We were just looking through them a few nights ago. Some fantastic cards in there. His prized possession being a Chipper Jones rookie card in near mint condition.
I would have to say we are all in agreement on our favorite player though. Roberto Clemente!
It was a real-life Field-of-Dreams.
Ok, at first I thought that was a pot plant growing in the woods.
I kinda see what you mean there.
It's not?
Shhh. It’s hanging in my garage now. 😂
Well, you know what they say:
Grow some Pot plants and they will come!
To keep up the "baseball" theme, are those potential bats growing?
Yes, I think they could be.
Let's hope their not Corona bats!
Unlikely, but they could be "WONDERBOYS" or "SAVOY SPECIALS".
Just sneaking a peek.
Caption: "I'm not moving unless you fill my bowl."
Mandatory for every road trip. Fire it up!
Love that verse, your photographic eye & your description(s). I think my Bill Mazeroski was the vroom on my bike.
Not much to do with baseball, but, hopefully enjoyable just the same. One some of you may have already seen, but, might still enjoy.
Worth seeing again.
Thanks Buzz. The Hopi were excellent craftsmen and artisans.
Flowers for Algernon
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Really nice!
Beautiful flowers Buzz. Very relaxing, and boosts ones' spirits.
Celebration! (from way back in 2015)
Nice one, it is hard to get good pics of fireworks.
Thanks Ender. I have an article all ready to put on Monday about how to photograph fireworks.
That photo is a real beauty, EG.
Extremely well done!
Hope everyone has a great weekend.....
That one looks like the guy in Dances With Wolves.
Thanks Ender. Glad you like it.
Graham Greene, he played Kicking Bird in Dances with Wolves.
That's him. Thanks.
amazing likeness
I loved his character in The Green Mile.
I forgot he was in that.
And "Maverick". He was hilarious in that.
He was also in Free Willy and Free Willy 2.
No, Paula. If you're thinking of the Randolph Johnson character, that was August Schellenberg. Graham Green was not in any of the Free Willy movies or TV series.
I'll be posting a new movie quiz within a day - you can show your prowess there.
You are correct Sir. I was so wrong on this one.
Powerful!
Thanks Mac.
Maybe Graham Greene should have been called "Bearing Bird" rather than "Kicking Bird".
Indeed! He was one of my favorite actors in Dancing With Wolves, and I only hope I did him justice.
Well, he's a Canadian.
The next generation in baseball -
These little girls are twins
My son played catcher as well when he was that age.
The only baseball story I have is in regards to my mother. My grandmother thought sports was a ridiculous past time but my grandfather was a staunch fan of baseball. He would sneak my mother to local games. She was about 5. Well one day, my grandmother had her church ladies (picture Aunt Bee and her posse) over for lunch when the radio switched from music to a baseball game. My mother heard it, ran into the room, plopped down and said "Hot damn! Baseball!" Well, you can imagine the shock to all those church ladies. My grandmother was so embarrassed, she didn't go to church for two weeks. My grandfather got so busted over it.
"The people will come."
Last night in the Pocono Mountains … the Great Spirit made a convincing appearance …
Taken with my iPhone
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