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Post by rizzuto on Oct 9, 2023 17:56:08 GMT -5
5 people? That’s five more than I want to see from high school. 😆 I kid I kid! Have a good time! Kaybli, you must have had some co-conspirators for your high school crimes. When I meet up with guys from my youth who were involved with me in acts of juvenile delinquency, we invariably yuck it up while acknowledging that "we shouldn't have done it" but then why do we still find it so entertaining? One girl wrote in my yearbook that "we will always remember those who stood out in the crowd." Colorful characters and different-minded individuals are often what define a group dynamic and what makes lasting memories, both good and bad. Even those watching or reveling in the mischief feel part of the scene and not just the scenery. Just like your tales and recollections of travel always give me a good feeling, if only vicariously. Very few rules mavens, tattletales, and hall monitors are beloved, but the likes of Groucho Marx and Bugs Bunny are forever young. As long as the skirting of authority and tradition was in good fun and no one intentionally hurt, rascals are born and over time culled from the pile of delinquents. |
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Post by kaybli on Oct 9, 2023 18:06:34 GMT -5
5 people? That’s five more than I want to see from high school. 😆 I kid I kid! Have a good time! Kaybli, you must have had some co-conspirators for your high school crimes. When I meet up with guys from my youth who were involved with me in acts of juvenile delinquency, we invariably yuck it up while acknowledging that "we shouldn't have done it" but then why do we still find it so entertaining? Lol, definitely had some co-conspirators. And we always yuck it up to this very day about all our old antics. 😂 Ah youth. Can’t believe I turned 40 this year. 👴 |
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Post by inger on Oct 9, 2023 18:20:39 GMT -5
I'm headed to Fla tomorrow for my 50 Class Reunion. I looked at the guest list and am a little disappointed. I'm down to about 5 people I really want to see. Oh well. I'll eat some brownie before I go and it will be just like high school again. Hey pipps, I'll be eating at least a couple meals in the Cortez Village. I'll throw your name around and see if it gets me anything besides getting tossed into the water. Enjoy the living hell out of those five people, and remember, most of us grow up and change. There may be a couple of others that will surprise you. Also, the serious jocks are often the ones that mature the worst, ugliest, fattest, baldest…and the girls that were the on the cheerleader squad… a few of them came out looking good at our age, but some of them make you celebrate not getting hooked up with them for life. And that’s just how I viewed it at our 20th. I never went back. Some years I lived far away, and some I didn’t… |
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Post by inger on Oct 9, 2023 18:30:31 GMT -5
Lol. I hate that commercial. I hated playing first base. The last team I played for had a horribly immobile first baseman. He actually had some sort of ling problem, so I felt bad for him, but if a ball got past him, he’d just stand there and look at the other fielders… We are on opposite ends of the spectrum. Other than pitching, shortstop, and third base, playing first was the most fun for me. You can save your teammates if they make bad throws in four different directions, having to slide around the bag with footwork and still following the ball and making the adjustment with the glove. I especially enjoyed leaping for high throws and sweep tagging the runner on the way down. Starting double plays from first is a beautiful sequence, and the throw to second is crucial to giving the shortstop a lane to catch and return the throw without having to resort to gymnastics. It is nearly impossible to play first base and not be part of most defensive plays. There are times when outfielders do not get even a single chance in an entire game. I had enough problems with distractibility and focus. For me, playing the outfield was one step away from sitting in the stands. I honk our size and body types leant us. I never felt like I was tall enough, nor had the reach to do the position justice. While I too was distracted easily, once in the outfield I would watch every pitch, sometimes even starting to run to where a ball would go before it was even struck. Funny you mention having no plays on the outfield. I recall a situation where a guy came to school without a baseball glove and cajoled me into letting him use my glove to play third base. It was only softball, so I consented. The only plays I had were to retrieve a short single that was barely over the infield and a nice solid fly ball of medium depth which I caught barehanded. The kid was very busy that day at 3Rd, but I told him not to expect me to ever do that again… |
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Post by rizzuto on Oct 9, 2023 18:30:36 GMT -5
I'm headed to Fla tomorrow for my 50 Class Reunion. I looked at the guest list and am a little disappointed. I'm down to about 5 people I really want to see. Oh well. I'll eat some brownie before I go and it will be just like high school again. Hey pipps, I'll be eating at least a couple meals in the Cortez Village. I'll throw your name around and see if it gets me anything besides getting tossed into the water. Enjoy the living hell out of those five people, and remember, most of us grow up and change. There may be a couple of others that will surprise you. Also, the serious jocks are often the ones that mature the worst, ugliest, fattest, baldest…and the girls that were the on the cheerleader squad… a few of them came out looking good at our age, but some of them make you celebrate not getting hooked up with them for life. And that’s just how I viewed it at our 20th. I never went back. Some years I lived far away, and some I didn’t… I have noticed that the girls who filled out the earliest did not age well; however, the skinniest who developed after high school tended to keep a wonderful shape well into their 40s, 50s, and early 60s. How many children birthed had a brutal positive correlation toward aging poorly. Admittedly, anecdotal. |
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Post by inger on Oct 9, 2023 18:33:38 GMT -5
I'm headed to Fla tomorrow for my 50 Class Reunion. I looked at the guest list and am a little disappointed. I'm down to about 5 people I really want to see. Oh well. I'll eat some brownie before I go and it will be just like high school again. Hey pipps, I'll be eating at least a couple meals in the Cortez Village. I'll throw your name around and see if it gets me anything besides getting tossed into the water. Congrats on going to your fiftieth. I loved ours -- of course I was co-chair of the committee, I wanted to make sure it was done right -- but I found everyone was happy to see everyone else, no more little cliques, getting big hugs from girls I could never get a date with in 1967, it was a beautiful weekend. I'll bet you will find the same. People are just glad to be above ground. Or maybe the grumps didn't bother to attend. Unless you bump into Dave and Kitty McCloskey, my name would be of no value in Cortez. Or most any other town for that matter. Give us a report on how it goes!! Best of luck Matt. I do concur with this, Pipps. Cliques were pretty much forgotten. Most of the pricks didn’t attend anyway. The girls were much more approachable, though sometimes you didn’t want to… 🤓 |
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Post by pippsheadache on Oct 9, 2023 18:34:45 GMT -5
Kaybli, you must have had some co-conspirators for your high school crimes. When I meet up with guys from my youth who were involved with me in acts of juvenile delinquency, we invariably yuck it up while acknowledging that "we shouldn't have done it" but then why do we still find it so entertaining? One girl wrote in my yearbook that "we will always remember those who stood out in the crowd." Colorful characters and different-minded individuals are often what define a group dynamic and what makes lasting memories, both good and bad. Even those watching or reveling in the mischief feel part of the scene and not just the scenery. Just like your tales and recollections of travel always give me a good feeling, if only vicariously. Very few rules mavens, tattletales, and hall monitors are beloved, but the likes of Groucho Marx and Bugs Bunny are forever young. As long as the skirting of authority and tradition was in good fun and no one intentionally hurt, rascals are born and over time culled from the pile of delinquents. Rizz, I stand in awe of your capacity to put together such thoughtful essays so expeditiously. You've obviously been paying close attention to this life. And for the record, no human beings were harmed in carrying out these youthful adventures. Although unquestionably some were inconvenienced. And there may have been some setbacks to street signs, urinals, swimming pools, acoustic tiles, what have you. It's hard to remember after all this time. |
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Post by inger on Oct 9, 2023 18:35:50 GMT -5
Enjoy the living hell out of those five people, and remember, most of us grow up and change. There may be a couple of others that will surprise you. Also, the serious jocks are often the ones that mature the worst, ugliest, fattest, baldest…and the girls that were the on the cheerleader squad… a few of them came out looking good at our age, but some of them make you celebrate not getting hooked up with them for life. And that’s just how I viewed it at our 20th. I never went back. Some years I lived far away, and some I didn’t… I have noticed that the girls who filled out the earliest did not age well; however, the skinniest who developed after high school tended to keep a wonderful shape well into their 40s, 50s, and early 60s. How many children birthed had a brutal positive correlation toward aging poorly. Admittedly, anecdotal. When the breasts arrived early the ass arrived much too soon after. Easy to get hooked up with a chick in a thong and wind up seeing giant panties by the time you were 35… And the stuff up top hanging low… |
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Post by pippsheadache on Oct 9, 2023 18:42:37 GMT -5
Kaybli, you must have had some co-conspirators for your high school crimes. When I meet up with guys from my youth who were involved with me in acts of juvenile delinquency, we invariably yuck it up while acknowledging that "we shouldn't have done it" but then why do we still find it so entertaining? Lol, definitely had some co-conspirators. And we always yuck it up to this very day about all our old antics. 😂 Ah youth. Can’t believe I turned 40 this year. 👴 Forty is childhood Kaybli. You're just shifting into third gear. I have yet to meet a co-defendant who didn't still find those things funny, and these guys are (or were) doctors, executives, professors, business owners -- well, a few ne'er do wells sprinkled in for good measure -- happy memories. |
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Post by rizzuto on Oct 9, 2023 18:43:06 GMT -5
We are on opposite ends of the spectrum. Other than pitching, shortstop, and third base, playing first was the most fun for me. You can save your teammates if they make bad throws in four different directions, having to slide around the bag with footwork and still following the ball and making the adjustment with the glove. I especially enjoyed leaping for high throws and sweep tagging the runner on the way down. Starting double plays from first is a beautiful sequence, and the throw to second is crucial to giving the shortstop a lane to catch and return the throw without having to resort to gymnastics. It is nearly impossible to play first base and not be part of most defensive plays. There are times when outfielders do not get even a single chance in an entire game. I had enough problems with distractibility and focus. For me, playing the outfield was one step away from sitting in the stands. I honk our size and body types leant us. I never felt like I was tall enough, nor had the reach to do the position justice. While I too was distracted easily, once in the outfield I would watch every pitch, sometimes even starting to run to where a ball would go before it was even struck. Funny you mention having no plays on the outfield. I recall a situation where a guy came to school without a baseball glove and cajoled me into letting him use my glove to play third base. It was only softball, so I consented. The only plays I had were to retrieve a short single that was barely over the infield and a nice solid fly ball of medium depth which I caught barehanded. The kid was very busy that day at 3Rd, but I told him not to expect me to ever do that again… When I was in the outfield, I was looking in the stands, watching who was walking around the outside fences, and rhapsodizing about the smell of hot dogs and hamburgers on the outside grills and sold at the concession stands. Every now and then, I'd pick up a rolling single or back up the outfielder next to me. Once in a great while a running catch to my right side or a sliding catch was fun, but too infrequently to satisfy my need to be moving and to get rid of excess energy. I hated easy fly balls. Not very interesting and happening so slowly that my mind would create a sense of doom that I would lose focus and drop it. Kind of a lose-lose feeling. Had we been on the same team, we would have never argued about competing for a position, always happily jogging to the field in different directions. |
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Post by inger on Oct 9, 2023 18:46:10 GMT -5
I honk our size and body types leant us. I never felt like I was tall enough, nor had the reach to do the position justice. While I too was distracted easily, once in the outfield I would watch every pitch, sometimes even starting to run to where a ball would go before it was even struck. Funny you mention having no plays on the outfield. I recall a situation where a guy came to school without a baseball glove and cajoled me into letting him use my glove to play third base. It was only softball, so I consented. The only plays I had were to retrieve a short single that was barely over the infield and a nice solid fly ball of medium depth which I caught barehanded. The kid was very busy that day at 3Rd, but I told him not to expect me to ever do that again… When I was in the outfield, I was looking in the stands, watching who was walking around the outside fences, and rhapsodizing about the smell of hot dogs and hamburgers on the outside grills and sold at the concession stands. Every now and then, I'd pick up a rolling single or back up the outfielder next to me. Once in a great while a running catch to my right side or a sliding catch was fun, but too infrequently to satisfy my need to be moving and to get rid of excess energy. I hated easy fly balls. Not very interesting and happening so slowly that my mind would create a sense of doom that I would lose focus and drop it. Kind of a lose-lose feeling. Had we been on the same team, we would have never argued about competing for a position, always happily jogging to the field in different directions. Another aspect of the sport that makes it work for people of all sizes… |
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Post by pippsheadache on Oct 9, 2023 18:49:31 GMT -5
Congrats on going to your fiftieth. I loved ours -- of course I was co-chair of the committee, I wanted to make sure it was done right -- but I found everyone was happy to see everyone else, no more little cliques, getting big hugs from girls I could never get a date with in 1967, it was a beautiful weekend. I'll bet you will find the same. People are just glad to be above ground. Or maybe the grumps didn't bother to attend. Unless you bump into Dave and Kitty McCloskey, my name would be of no value in Cortez. Or most any other town for that matter. Give us a report on how it goes!! Best of luck Matt. I do concur with this, Pipps. Cliques were pretty much forgotten. Most of the pricks didn’t attend anyway. The girls were much more approachable, though sometimes you didn’t want to… 🤓 Haha, you've got that right Inger. High school cliques don't normally hold up for half a century. I find I am more tolerant of stupidity from people I knew in childhood than in the general population. It's like I can always see the kid I knew standing next to the old guy right in front of me. |
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Post by rizzuto on Oct 9, 2023 18:59:58 GMT -5
One girl wrote in my yearbook that "we will always remember those who stood out in the crowd." Colorful characters and different-minded individuals are often what define a group dynamic and what makes lasting memories, both good and bad. Even those watching or reveling in the mischief feel part of the scene and not just the scenery. Just like your tales and recollections of travel always give me a good feeling, if only vicariously. Very few rules mavens, tattletales, and hall monitors are beloved, but the likes of Groucho Marx and Bugs Bunny are forever young. As long as the skirting of authority and tradition was in good fun and no one intentionally hurt, rascals are born and over time culled from the pile of delinquents. Rizz, I stand in awe of your capacity to put together such thoughtful essays so expeditiously. You've obviously been paying close attention to this life. And for the record, no human beings were harmed in carrying out these youthful adventures. Although unquestionably some were inconvenienced. And there may have been some setbacks to street signs, urinals, swimming pools, acoustic tiles, what have you. It's hard to remember after all this time. Thank you for the kind words, my friend. Any provoking thoughts usually derive in inspiration from you and the collective dialogue of our little band of Yankee brethren here at HeAmyHa. |
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Post by inger on Oct 9, 2023 21:04:07 GMT -5
Rizz, I stand in awe of your capacity to put together such thoughtful essays so expeditiously. You've obviously been paying close attention to this life. And for the record, no human beings were harmed in carrying out these youthful adventures. Although unquestionably some were inconvenienced. And there may have been some setbacks to street signs, urinals, swimming pools, acoustic tiles, what have you. It's hard to remember after all this time. Thank you for the kind words, my friend. Any provoking thoughts usually derive in inspiration from you and the collective dialogue of our little band of Yankee brethren here at HeAmyHa. Even me? Really? I’m just thrilled to have a little, tiny role! He likes me! He really likes me! 🤓… Uh-oh. Maybe I’m pushing it a little bit… 😚 |
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Post by inger on Oct 11, 2023 9:19:22 GMT -5
Start spreading the news, the Yankees now lose
Don’t want to be a part of it: New York, New York
These vagabond cleats, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it: New York, New York
[Hook]
I wanna wake up in a city that doesn't lose
And find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap
[Verse 2]
These little town blues, are melting away
We’ll get Soto to make a new start of it in old New York
[Hook]
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York
[Verse 3]
New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city that never loses
And find I'm a number one, top of the list
King of the hill, a number one
[Outro]
Those Astro blues, oh, are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it in old New York
And if I can make it there, I'm gonna make it anywhere
(If you don’t believe me ask Sonny Gray, Joey Gallo, the list goes on and on)
It's up to you, New York, New York
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