Heaven help us.
IMHO
Billy O. How old are you dude? And you have a 9er? Well, at least at your age you can afford him with the bucks you got stacked up. Glad you’re bein’ a good dad in any case. But, I sure don’t agree with you on a lot of other stuff. LOL!
Bill OReilly is a blow hard with a supersized ego, but he is a tremendously gifted writer.
Back then my parents had an AC unit for their bedroom. The kids had nothing and never ever did we ask for AC for our bedrooms. No space in our house had AC except for that one bedroom.
Also back then before AC was pervasive..... Movie theaters would advertise their air conditioning. To come in out of the heat and see a movie
“Don’t be a wise guy,” my father retorted.”
Geeez, my son is only just 3 and that’s ALL I ever seem to say to him.
Baseball builds character, and has both team and individual components which sometimes cause players to actually think.
It’s only a matter of time before the left demands that the game be banned.
I remember back in the late 50s our gym teacher was a guy who had been in the Korean war and continually told us how “soft” we were compared to the kids in Korea.
90? We should be so lucky. It’s been pushing 100 here and that’s cool. Just wait until summer when it’s 110 in the shade and then you can cry all you want on the bases.
I didn’t want to play baseball all the time. I wasn’t forced to join a team. If kids really want to play baseball or anything else they will go though a lot to do so. I rode my bike and took things apart and put them back together including by bike and saxophone. We didn’t have A/C till my dad joined the Navy and we lived on base. It rarely snowed where I lived. But one time when it did it covered the ground for over two days. When I was in high school we moved and during the summer for a few weeks it would get up to 100. We would go to the beach for the day. My car had a cracked block so we needed to let it cool after about 25 miles. We took the dirt roads though the tomato fields to save time. This was the same tomato fields where they filmed “attack of the killer tomatoes”. Between my freshman and sophomore year I went to summer school a took a science last, it was a biology class but the teacher showed how to make a bomb by electrolysis with a plastic milk jug.
Except in that mode, the hot air wasn't sucked out of the room. After sweating a few more pounds of liquid, I informed my father that it was still very hot upstairs, and could we reverse the fan and blow in the cool night air. My father became exercised and righteously claimed that the fan was sucking the hot air out of the room, and it would just take a little more time.
I knew better than to argue with the old man for any length of time, so I just said, yes sir, and let him go back downstairs. Immediately after he went downstairs, I switched the flow of the fan to blowing in the outside air. The room was immediately filled with delicious, sweet, cool night air. My father came back upstairs to check on the situation and was confronted with a very cool room. I then informed him that I had switched the air flow on the fan. He had no argument, but my father never said he was wrong about anything. He just turned around and walked back downstairs.
***But above all, the heat dominated the game. It was about 90 degrees, and the field was dusty.***
Yawn. Bill, get back to me when it is 98 degrees, no shade and 80 percent humidity.
I remember picking beans in that kind of weather back in 1962. My brother passed out in the field, it was so hot.