No sport has better mustaches than baseball. From guys like Rollie Fingers up through Brian Wilson today, facial hair has that Samson-esque quality that propels good players to another level. And it’s not just baseball where this is true. How about guys like Tom Selleck and Burt Reynolds?
Now, I have a soft spot in heart for Selleck because, like Jay-Z with the Yankees, he made the Tigers hat more famous than a Tiger can. Selleck’s baseball ties go even deeper than that with his appearance in the film Mr. Baseball. As much as Selleck’s mustache may have allowed him to take things to that next level, it’s still nothing in comparison to Reynolds, though.
Reynolds wasn’t just Smokey (or the Bandit, not really sure which one), he was also a testosterone fueled sex-symbol of the 70’s. You don’t have to believe me, the proof (in all its heinous glory) is out there and fully searchable on the interwebs and includes pictures. I’d copy some of the quotes but I’m pretty sure they’d get censored out so it’s better if you just go take a look on your own. Suffice it to say, Reynolds’ mustache could probably eat Brian Wilson and his beard whole.
Some things just don’t feel right unless they’re together. Like, how can you have pizza without pepperoni? Ok, yes, there is the Hawaiian but that’s a rare exception. Or what about Tom Selleck without a mustache? Catholicism without the pope…..or scandal.
Baseball is the same way but to an even greater degree. In a way, baseball just isn’t baseball without them. But if I had to choose just one thing that completes baseball, I’d say beer.
Now when I first went to games and was old enough to drink, the options were pretty limited. Usually there was Bud, Bud Light, Miller Lite and maybe some sort of local favorite like Old Style. But that has all changed in recent years. When I visit Nats’ Park, I can choose between the regulars or something like Blue Moon. Out in San Francisco one of the vendors had Anchor Steam on draft and that made me very happy.
It makes me wonder who I have to thank for all this malty and hoppy goodness. What brave soul forged a path through uncharted wilderness to make sure that my ballpark experience lived up to my expectations?
The answer will probably surprise you as much as it surprised me: Jimmy Carter.
Yes, the man who is best known for growing peanuts, botching the hostage rescue and overseeing the oil shocks of the 70’s also inadvertently created the conditions for the microbrewery explosion that continues today.
So, the next time you’re at the park, skip the Bud and drink a microbrew for Jimmy instead. If nothing else, it’s definitely better than a Billy Beer.
Several years ago I went through a Frank Lloyd Wright phase. I think it was a combination of reading Ayn Rand and Wright’s embrace of a design style that was completely different from the humdrum ordinariness of the Midwest to which I had grown accustomed. And it also had a lot to do with his masterpiece, Fallingwater. The thing that really set it apart was the waterfall. Who wouldn’t want to have a house built on a waterfall?
Today I still think the house looks amazing and I still love the idea of a house built on a waterfall.
But then I discovered the true definition of amazing:
That’s right. Tom Selleck+Sandwiches+Waterfalls. What does it equal? Nothing short of life-changing. Add in the fact that this particular picture features one of Michigan’s finest wearing the old English “D” alongside a sandwich made of pastrami, god’s gift to the deli counter, and I think we can all agree that we may have discovered the answer to that age-old question, What is the meaning of life?
I know this is all a bit heavy for a Friday afternoon but I hope you can still enjoy your weekend even while contemplating the awe-inspiring brilliance of Selleck, Waterfall, Sandwich.
–Thanks to L for the Selleck/Waterfall/Sandwich link