One of the (few) upsides of the offseason is that it reminds me why I am a baseball fan and not a fan of these other crazy sports. Like the sport with the helicopter mom for a commissioner. Looking at you, David Stern. Or the sport where the fans turn on their starting quarterback after one game, one game, and call for him to never-evah be started again. Looking at you, Niners fans. Now look, I’m not a fan of these sports. I follow them very tangentially. So you can argue that Colin Kaepernick is the greatest thing to happen to the planet since Peter Jackson decided to make the Hobbit movies a trilogy until you’re blue in the face and you probably won’t convince me of anything. A) Because they tried to fine Alex Smith $25,000 for wearing a Giants hat and he drove in the parade, which forever endeared him to me and also because I think fans should be a little less, ahem, fair-weather.
Let’s not even argue about David Stern. I found a list of signs you might be a helicopter parents on a site called Momservations and the #1 sign is: “You run out on a field of play during a time-out to apply sunscreen.” Which is, like, totally a David Stern thing to do. I mean, I can just imagine it.
Also, this sign: “Your kid can’t hear what the coach is telling them to do because of your yelling from the stands.” This is getting eerie, people.
Anyway, in kinda-sorta-not-really-at-all baseball news, I went to the CJM yesterday for The Radical Camera exhibit and if you’re in the area, it’s really a fascinating portrait of early to mid 20th century America, not to mention it’s side by side with an exhibit about the picture book writer and illustrator Ezra Jack Keats, which is amazing.
And guess what postcard I came home with?
That one. #RallyZitoSanitaryBakery.