Q: After listening to you all week brag about all the views your Third Man Records 3-Part series got and how much everyone likes when you post, why don’t you just take over my blog?
Eric: I should I’m doing more writing than you.
(That’s not nice…)
Q: I finally went through all our holiday photos starting in November while at your parent’s home. How many pictures do you think there are of Jaxson and how many of chance or even me?
Eric: Ahhh, no comment. I do like the Five Questions bonus photos, nice touch.
Well here’s a small sampling of Jaxson…
And FYI, it is zero for me and I did find ONE of Chance…He looks so photographically neglected…
Q: Where, how or why did the word “cocktail” become known for an alcoholic drink?
Eric: You know that we were talking about where words come from and this is one we were wondering about.
(Yeah, that’s why I’m asking. You never answered this one…)
I’d say it may be referring to a bird’s tail. Sort of like the South Carolina Game Cocks. If you drink this cocktail you will soon be telling tall chicken tale stories.
(I don’t think that’s it…)
Q: I have not updated your webpage and especially your workshop page in so long. Why don’t you fire me and get someone else to do it?
Eric: I can’t afford to fire you. Plus, I’m still finalizing a few dates. So you have a couple days to get it done.
Q: What aggravated you this week?
Eric: This a two-part answer. First part is I found my Orlando Cabrera autographed baseball in a box getting ready to be put on Etsy, ebay or one of those online stores, with a bunch of other random junk. Now I know Lynne doesn’t know who Orlando Cabrera is or any back history of this ball. So I quickly snatched it. Here is what she doesn’t know about the ball:
July 29, 1995 I attended a rare New York – Penn League game between the then New York Watertown Indians and the Vermont Expos at a neutral sight in Concord, New Hampshire. It was a very rare event at the time since NH didn’t have any minor or pro baseball teams.
This guy hits a home run and I am standing behind a fence surrounded by small pine trees. The ball rolls under one of the trees and since there aren’t many people standing out in this spot at a minor league ball game, I grab the ball.
I took the ball back to the dugout and found out who hit the ball. It ended up being Orlando Cabrera. He signed and dated the ball. And it just so happens, unlike many minor leaguers, he actually had a good career in the Majors for 14 years.
He was also a member of the Boston Red Sox in 2004 when they won the world series for the first time in 86 years.
Also, this ball is most likely the only homerun he ever hit in the state of New Hampshire, since he was a small guy and they only played two other games.
Before Part Two, here is a pic of said ball…
So now Part two: I took the ball and placed it in my basket shop bathroom that is my man cave of collectibles and placed it on a shelf above the, well, let’s say the loo. A little later in the day I go to my man cave and look down and see my ball taking a toilet bath.
Immediately in goes the hand and out comes the baseball. They play in the rain don’t they? So the ball should dry out.
HUGE GIANT DISCLAIMER FROM The Basketmaker’s Wife:
First of all, now I know why you told me not to touch the baseball. Thank you for holding it. And my dear Mr. Basketmaker….
that baseball was sitting in a box that was ‘not for sale.’ And it was amongst other things that belonged to you. So when you reference “junk” you are talking about your own stuff. And I would never sell any of ‘your stuff’ without your permission. So my two-part response is:
1) If you would have trusted me and left the ball in the box I designated as ‘not for sale’ AND/OR….
2) if you would have put the lid down on the toilet like I always tell you to do because it spreads germs….
Your precious ball would have never wound up taking a toilet bath! So there!
