I have this giant book with pictures of old baseball cards. It weighs 10 lbs. so looking at it requires you to actually sit upright & rest it on your lap or an actual table. In other words, reclining with it is potentially dangerous. There are literally thousands of cards depicted in it & it’s oddly, hypnotically fascinating looking at all these faces dating back from the early ’50s onto 1990, the overwhelming majority of whom are not famous nor have been inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame, a percentage of whom are no longer earthly beings. These guys with their “weird” names, once relatively common, now extinct ( Herm, Milt, Connie). Every time I’ve ever perused this book, I’ve gotten the same “existential” thoughts, wondering what they were thinking ( assuming they were) as they were being captured for posterity at their official moment of glory ( assuming it was). “I’ve made it”.”I’m now immortal”. “Am I ever going to get off the bench and start ?”. “This isn’t as gratifying a career as I thought it would be”. Never “I’m the shit”. It’s always something marginally insecure. Maybe I’m giving them too much credit but I like the idea of them questioning the universe. Anyway, the cards above date back to the early ’60s & every one of these guys seems to have something on his mind & I thought I’d give them a bonus moment of glory just because …
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