Right on, man! The American way: commoditize whatever you can as much as you can; squeeze for every dime that can be made. To corrupt "Field of Dreams", if you sell it, they will buy it. It's partially on us for being so into ephemeral knick-knacks. I have a Ken Griffey, Jr. mini statue from a visit to Seattle and a Mariners game as well as a Rod Carew bobble head someone gave me. Neither has particular meaning, both just gather dust and will eventually end up in the trash.
Which is not to say there isn't meaning in some souvenirs and mementos, but it seems their rarity and what they mean to us that makes them special. Your base or jersey, for example. Or a fly ball one catches while at a game. Never happened to me, but it would be awesome.
I wrote a story of the time I out ran some little kids for a home run ball at a Birmingham Barons game when I was traveling the country, I am trying to find the link, it was pretty funny, the kids already had 2 balls a piece and I wanted one... so i didn't feel bad when I got it, the lady I was standing next to at the game when I came back looked at me astonished and just said deadpan, "You sure were determined, little kids be damned, darlin", I felt a little bit goofy...
Heh, well as long as the kids had a couple each, that's fine. And anyway, baseball brings out the kid in us all. I've long thought that, if I ever did catch a relatively inconsequential fly ball, I'd look for a nearby hopeful kid with a glove to give it to.
Right on, man! The American way: commoditize whatever you can as much as you can; squeeze for every dime that can be made. To corrupt "Field of Dreams", if you sell it, they will buy it. It's partially on us for being so into ephemeral knick-knacks. I have a Ken Griffey, Jr. mini statue from a visit to Seattle and a Mariners game as well as a Rod Carew bobble head someone gave me. Neither has particular meaning, both just gather dust and will eventually end up in the trash.
Which is not to say there isn't meaning in some souvenirs and mementos, but it seems their rarity and what they mean to us that makes them special. Your base or jersey, for example. Or a fly ball one catches while at a game. Never happened to me, but it would be awesome.
I wrote a story of the time I out ran some little kids for a home run ball at a Birmingham Barons game when I was traveling the country, I am trying to find the link, it was pretty funny, the kids already had 2 balls a piece and I wanted one... so i didn't feel bad when I got it, the lady I was standing next to at the game when I came back looked at me astonished and just said deadpan, "You sure were determined, little kids be damned, darlin", I felt a little bit goofy...
Heh, well as long as the kids had a couple each, that's fine. And anyway, baseball brings out the kid in us all. I've long thought that, if I ever did catch a relatively inconsequential fly ball, I'd look for a nearby hopeful kid with a glove to give it to.
It sure does!