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September 11, 2012
The baseball uniform tells you whether someone is a member of your home team – or whether he's the enemy. From that first moment the players walk onto the field, you know.
According to the Baseball Almanac, Major League Baseball players have worn an astonishing 4,000 uniform styles over the last century. In the 1900's, baseball uniforms consisted of wool pantaloons with flannel shirts and straw hats. By the late 19th century, knickers had evolved, which allowed more freedom of movement while running. During the first few decades of the 20th century, detachable sleeves became all the rage amongst serious players (Buttons on the sleeve extensions attached to button holes on the jersey, eliminating the need for multiple jerseys of different sleeve lengths and allowing players to dress comfortably, whatever the weather conditions.)
It wasn't until the mid-20th century, though, that the more comfortable cotton jerseys –similar to our Authentic Baseball Sleeves – became commonplace. All Cotton. Light weight. Supremely comfortable – both on the field, and off.
I wear mine while putzing around the farm on weekends, or to the occasional ball game. Where will you wear yours?
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I am pausing today, in memory of 9/11.
Peace.
I'm surprised that the detachable sleeve baseball jersey hasn't made a comback. I couls see something like that becomeing a big hit with the kids who like to dress in their favorite player's jersey.
Where to wear it? Perhaps...Listening to the World Series on the radio by the fire pit. Takes me back...My daddy and I loved radio broadcasts and since he was a barber he kept a box of Bazooka Joe and he let me shoot the moon during the series and I would have so much bubblegum in my mouth I looked like a chipmunk. Pitched for Davis Mills REDS in Little League, my team's sponsor. They made net. Companies made things then. Put on liniment and a long sleeve jersey to keep your arm warm. Wasn't very fast and made up for it by being wild as a buck. But a boy can dream can't he? Dreams are cool like that they kind of evolve yet allow you to keep the best parts around just for grins.
lotlot ~ Amen
Before we knew about the enormous sums of money they made, the booze they inhaled, the women they loved and left, baseball players were our heroes. Baseball cards were traded and treasured, some still are. My brother and I also listened to the World Series on the radio. And, when I was very young, I thought the World Series meant the Yankees and the Dodgers since that's who seemed to always play. We would chose a side to be on and root for them, have our favorite players and just love the game. It was all we spoke of at school and waited for the outcome with excitement. Going to a game was affordable, and an American rite...a hotdog in one hand and a soda n the other, something families could then do and enjoy.....the uniforms were wool. Thinking of that now and wondering how they managed in the summer heat. Baseball -- a good theme for this somber day of reflection. A good choice Mr. P -- gets us smiling instead of down.
Ditto Lotlot...
Rugby jerseys every time, same thing or similar anyway.
How neat you all remember memories of your chidhood with the raido and baseball.I love the Peterman shirt, I would wear it. I think men's clothing are made better than womens and not as skimpy in craftmanship, unless purchasing something really costly. Prayers, love and peace go out to all the families involved in 911. Prayers to all those on the ground helping and saving lives. Deep sighs and prayer for those who lost their lives:(AMEN
We lived in Chicago on 911. Carole worked in the Sears Tower,at a floor high enough to be a target. The Sears building being the tallest in Chicago,3rd tallest in the World at that time. We had to confront the fact that we might have had our last goodby that morning. They evacuated the building,she returned home,and we resolved to never part on any but a moment we could cherish. And now,this is the third anniversary of her passing. We kept our word; her last words being "I was just remebering our adventures....."
Since we do not have "man's peace" I send you God's peace on this day to remember. Amen.
Road Yacht~ To the exttent I am capable, my heart goes out to you as you recall times, even to the very last, with your beloved.
As a lifelong baseball fan, and a pretty knowledgeable baseball historian, I have a love-hate relationship with all the nostalgia heaped on baseball. Some of you act as if baseball is no longer on radio. Yes, maybe our grandfathers have passed on (regrettably, mine have), and every World Series game is now at night, but WAKE UP BASEBALL FANS! Baseball is better off now than it ever has been. Our stadiums have parking, a seemingly endless menu of food choices, beautiful music played by either live musicians or the technological marvel of recording, a lot more comfortable seats (who really wants to go back to wooden bleachers), and far better sight lines. For those who live too far away to go to many or any games, EVERY team's EVERY game is on radio, and if you want to pay for the technology, available to EVERYbody EVERYwhere, and the vast majority of them are on television. AND of course, the quality of play is far better than it's ever been. NOW if we could just get ALL the players to go back to wearing their uniform pants so that their coloured socks are visible, and get rid of Bud and get a REAL commissioner who is responsible to the fans, baseball would be PERFECT. We'll root, root, root for our REDLEGS, and I don't care if I never get back!
RY- I was in Chicago attending the Print Show at McCormick Place and was having breakfast when the news broke. I will never forget that National Rental allowed me to drive home to Nashville in my rental for no extra charge to make my 9/12 birthday as all flights were obviously cancelled.*** Your final remark speaks volumes about the meaning of life. What we do and what we remember is the raison d'être. *** Terrorism is for losers. Love still conquers all even death. I refuse to hate them. But more than willing to kick their ass. We can live full lives without them. Without us to hate, they have nothing. Absolutely nothing. There is a special place in hell for those who would indoctrinate children to hate. *** Going to see Chris Isaak tonight and most assuredly will try to wear some cool threads to compete with his.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5PXSK3iDeAI
This came out just after 911 and hit a cord with me.
We all have a story of where we were and what we were doing at the time we heard the news.
Then our world stopped.
The whole day and the rest of the week spent watching the tragedy unfolding before our eyes.
Our lives will never be the same.
RY--what an eloquent post. And TT, what a perfect response. Terrorism is for losers. Also, have fun seeing Chris Isaak--we've seen him twice. Usually a great show. I'm jealous.
I love this shirt and want one of my own, but much like the football sweater I don't want a brand new one. No, I want one that has been used and loved (and broken in) by a man in my life, then I will permanently borrow it. Since there is no man in my life it's gonna be a long wait.
Back to Baseball, Tim Tam, love the post. You're right, baseball is not dead. It's alive and well. My husband is a huge Yankee fan and watches, listenens, or reads about every game. We live within walking distance of home plate at Miller Park, and though the Brewers are not having a stellar season, the crowds still come. It's a great place to watch a game! Nostalgia is great, but remember that what we're doing now will become tomorrow's nostalgia, so make it good! Go Brewers!
I love a good home town baseball game. It is a social event where families come to let the parents relax, let the kids play, and give mom a night off from cooking. Everyone cheers for the home team and no one has to pay for parking or spend an hour in traffic to get home after the game is over. Not an unpleasant way to pass an afternoon or evening.
Every pitch, every swing of the bat; is a new opportunity to turn the game around around. To bring the crowd to their feet.
The sights, sounds, and smell of baseball when played outdoors on a field of freshly mowed grass and with the wind blowing out celebrates, but dare not rival Mother Nature.
It was Bobby Thompson's home run that was 'the shot heard around the world'! But that a long time before that horrible day that happened eleven years ago, but for so many feels like yesterday.
When the NY Yankees played the for the first time at home after that day, baseball became a small part of the healing process. Playing that game, i think, was a symbolic shot that was heard around the world'.
Peace out
more on the honor rollI'm with magicangel and nachista... I want one too. My husband is wierd about clothes, so I know he wouldn't break one in for me, so if I get one, I'll have to break it in myself... Such is life.
Aw shucks Peter Lake, you sure know how to turn a phrase.
Don't care whether "Sleeves" become Fashioable again among the Proletariat, or not ... as long as I can get them from Peterman .......
Awe, that ain't nuthin mam...... Just another lover of the game.
My prayers go out to the friends and families of those who perished on this day 11 years ago.
Whenever children ask me about 9/11 I always mention how the NYC firefighters and police force were part of the most incredible rescue mission in American history.
this is greathttp://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=ZrkOwTKoaLs&feature=share a bit off topic, but fun to watch
I wear mine to bed! Thanks Mr. Peterman for the cool baseball shirt that I bought from your one of a kind catalog. Nice and cozy. Mine is blue and white. What's yours?
Deaddoll from Pa.
The 'Crack' of the bat, followed by the roar of the crowd....if this shirt will make me hear/think/feel those emotional ques, I'm buyin' it right now! (plus, if it smells like peanuts and craackerjacks...)