Pittsburgh Plus Nine

When I'm out and about outside, I wear baseball hats. They keep my hair loss yarmulke from being sunburned. 

I've acquired quite a collection of baseball caps, more than three dozen if I were to guess. The bulk of them are for actual baseball teams. The most recent addition is a dark blue cap with a large white C from the Columbus Clippers Triple-A team, who I saw last month with the Ohio Cosgriffs. They have a very impressive cap with a clipper ship on it which I'm getting next time I'm at Huntington Park, where the team plays.

Obviously, then, I get the majority of my caps from the ballparks I visit. They make great, useful souvenirs. As I walked out of the house for my morning constitutional around 5:30 this past AM, I elected to don my Pittsburgh Pirates cap. I wistfully thought, it's been nine years since I bought this, when me son Frank and I visited PNC Park back in August 2014. 

Wow. Nine years ago. Even my baseball caps are aging!

Oversize

This morning I donned for the first time my new Fenway Park t-shirt. It fit just right.

My other such shirt, a souvenir from my first trip to Beantown for a ball game, is a size too large. While I'm happy that there are still clothes to big for me, it simply doesn't feel right. I'm swimming in it, and I can't swim.

I'm thinking that I might mail order replace it. Yet a new shirt wouldn't be the same as the souvenir. It wouldn't be related to a special trip. 

Ah, the hell with it. I'll just wear the one I've got as it is. Are you happy you tuned in today just for that earth shaking news?