Baseball bluesPosted: July 14, 2011 Filed under: baseball | Tags: All Stars, custom cowboy boots, First Colony Little League, Pearland Little League, Sugar Land Town Square, the Heights, West University Little League 3 Comments
I’m not trying to keep ya hanging about the outcome of the game last night; I haven’t been home much today. It was not a good night for the Raiders. I wish I had better news to report, but the 13-3 thrashing by Pearland Maroon was b-a-d bad. The boys in red were off in just about every possible way, but the concession stand at West U has 25-cent snowcones, so at least Macy was happy.
Tonight it’s do or die for the boys in red. We face the All Star team from the Heights, and plan to bring our game faces.
Meanwhile, check out this guy in his spiffy white cowboy boots.
I spied him the other day at Town Square and spent a good little while wondering who he was meeting and where he was going in those oh-so-fine kicks. It also made me think about my own pair of super-fine cowboy boots, and how much I’d love to wear my boots every single day if not for my blasted plantar fasciitis and my aching feet. Sigh.
Those black & white cowhair boots and I go way back. I bought them at a kitschy little shop on South Congress in Austin in the early days of my editorial career. I paid cash for them from my hard-earned paycheck, and I loved them dearly. Still do.
I love how there’s just enough white to set off the glossy black hide. Or hair. Or fur. Or whatever it is. Don’t tell PETA, but I love the hide/hair/fur. I’m as nutsy-kookoo for animals as always, but that poor cow was doomed anyway, so that fact that his/her hide/hair/fur ended up on a pair of boots is a part of life. If I thought for one second that that cow had a shot at living a long, bucolic life eating grass into his/her old age somewhere in the great state of Texas, I’d say thanks but no thanks on the boots. But we all know the cows around here are destined to end up on someone’s grill or smoker; this is Texas after all. Funny how I wouldn’t think of eating that cow, but wearing it doesn’t bother me one bit.
Oh well. Thinking about boots is a nice distraction from last night’s agony of defeat.
Love the boots! With a hide like that, I’m sure the burgers were de-lish! I’ll be pulling for the boys in red this evening and can’t wait to hear about their victory.
As I texted Payton earlier, it’s time for the Red Raiders to cowboy up like the Sox of 2004. He needs to give the Kevin Millar speech. The other teams need to be thinking “don’t let the Red (Sox) Raiders win tonight. Because if they do there’s no telling what could happen in an elimination game.” Perhaps you should wear your boots tonight to set an ass-kicking tone! Go Red Raiders!!
Lovin’ those boots cowgirl 😉