No matter how many decades I may be a fan of baseball, every once in a while I'm shocked to be reminded of the intimacy between an umpire and catcher. Nine innings, literally hovering over the catchers shoulder, game after game, all season long. A subtle flow of communication played out over the months. How has no one turned this into a sitcom or movie?
3 comments:
Wow, yes, it is truly poetry! It is the Nutcracker Suite in cleats! A waltz with face masks! You big fag.
Love ya, Rot!!!!
you and your precious sports!!!!! ;)
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