You talkin’ to me? (Talkin’ baseball.)
You talking’ to me?
As our resident movie maven TedSpe would likely attest (attest to?), it’s one of the great lines in the movies. Travis Bickle in Taxi Driver. If you recall, he says it to himself, in the mirror, as he practices his gun moves. Wikipedia says that in Clarence Clemons’s 2009 memoir, Clemons reveals that DeNiro got it from Bruce Springsteen talking to his audiences as fans screamed his name out. Hmmm. Maybe.
Do you talk at games? Actual real, in-person, organ-blaring, hip-hop-song intro, hi-def scoreboard, 3-D games?
I’m a talker.
Doesn’t baseball lend itself to discursive rambling, retelling of stories, reminiscences, digressions, commentaries, musings, strategy debates? Doesn’t it foster and nurture that more than other sports? Is that Victorian?
Or is it just me?
Is it good or bad? Does it disrespect or does it enhance The Game?
A tiny confession: when I was at Citi Field in 2009 when Matt Cain beaned David Wright, I was talking to one of our party in the upper deck in left field. Someone on my left, I believe. But I HEARD the ball hit Wright’s helmet. It’s an awful sound.
So, do you Flappers talk during a game?
(By the way, I still don’t know who won last night’s/this morning’s game. Are they still playing the Hector Sanchez Follies Fiesta Tournament?)