It's been a long time since I've been so excited over a purchase. I know, I'm spoiled rotten. I don't want much but if I want something, I make sure that I exactly know what it is that I want. That is the fun part. The catalogues, the stores, the advice from friends. The joy lies in the preparation. It so seldom happens that I walk into a store and get completely blown out of my socks.But that's exactly what went on when I found these stirrups. I love stirrups. Low style no less. Oldskool. Wow. I never even dared to hope to find a pair of maroon ones. They match my original shirt & jacket. Yes! They were there in my hand and they were mine for what ... $2? What the hell was that all about?
The guy who sold me the stirrups said that he admired somebody who dared to wear these. I laughed there and then, but on the way home that remark got me thinking. Dared? Is there a problem I don't know about? Suddenly it dawned on me that the $2 tag had to be considered a subtitle and not a price level. In sports stores $2 tags read: next week I'm in the trash.
But why? Don't they realize there is no baseball without stirrups? Back home I read this quote about the real world and my world was shattered. Baseball without stirrups. Think about it for a minute.
"Stirrups are socks worn by baseball players
up until about the early 1990's when baseball
players started wearing their pants like pajamas."
up until about the early 1990's when baseball
players started wearing their pants like pajamas."
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