I’m back at home, for a night at least. There’s a lot going on out there in the jungle, plenty of nonsense that I could spend my time writing about. But I’m not going to, I’m too tired and too jaded at the moment.
That said; it’s good to see the boys. I was also surprised this morning by an early birthday gift from Keira, which ranks up there with my all time ‘best gift ever’ - the Pittsburgh Pirates hat and new glove that my folks got me when I was kid. They hid it in the dryer and its location was announced on the JP Patches show. That’s pretty hard to top, but it looks like Keira’s matched it. She got me a signed Daniel Johnston print, as seen below…

I used that glove for the better part of a decade. I went to bed that night after oiling it and strapping a ball in the pocket with rubber bands. It was so good, in fact, that to this day I have trouble using other mitts. As far as the hat goes, back then the Pirates were on fire so it was understandable that most kids who played ball worshipped them. Being a life-long fan of the game, and not having a hometown team to support, I have never really placed my allegiance anywhere in particular. My father’s a diehard Dodgers fan, so in the past I have supported them. I also went through a phase in the 90’s when I supported the Padres, just to irk him (hehe). My father’s a Dodgers fan because when he came to North America they were still in Brooklyn and even though they weren’t the most successful team (they won the show once in their history in Brooklyn in 1955), were a team that radiated a similar style of old world fan enthusiasm as football, something my Dad connected with. That would also be why he became a diehard Montreal Canadiens fan.
Of course, after moving to LA, the Dodgers would go on to win The World Series in 1959, 1963, and 1965, so obviously the innovations introduced and groundwork laid by Branch Rickey eventually paid off. It’s just a shame it didn’t in time for the folks that ritualistically packed Ebbets Field to enjoy it.