I’ve always said that there are two folks who can, albeit for a precise reason, wear a backwards baseball cap. Catchers and Home Plate Umpires. Johnny Bench always comes to my mind for some reason.
But I’ve now come to the understanding, after ninety seconds of research, that today’s home plate Umps wear a hybrid cap with a shortened bill.
With this updated reality as context, you backwards ass hat wearers now only have one exception as opposed to two. And I'm not certain that all of you are headed to the Majors for a job.
LFG and I did our American Girl Store walkabout in Gotham last week and I rounded the corner to see this.
Not one to make a scene…LFG seems these days to be embarrassed by even my modest displays of silliness or any outlier behavior…I discretely made an adjustment to this little fella’s topper. The American Girl store has security guards. If not, I’d have spanked this piccolo poseur…gently.
And I will continue to do so when the opportunity permits. Backwards baseball hats are beyond juvenile and to me, offer a symbol of the surly, sulky indifference that pervades our current society. And no, for the nineteenth f_ _king time, I’m NOT a Republican. And this isn’t a racial issue…there’s plenty of surly floating around in all shapes, colours and sizes these days.
Even on Merkin’s slummiest sartorial days…
Someone nicely posited this...“The baseball cap should be worn in the direction that your life is travelling.” I’m not that nice. Turn your hat around and pull your pants up above your ass-crack.
Onward. Bill-forward.
ADG
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