Monday, February 6, 2012

Day One Hundred and Forty-Nine

The Art of Baseball


Today, it rained. And rained. And rained. And rained. From the time we woke up until the time we cooked dinner, it rained. So a date with our apartment was inevitable. One second in a Florida rainstorm equals one hour in a Seattle drizzle. And so, we cozied up and Adam surprised me with a talent he's been hiding since we met. Turns out, I'm not the only crafty one in this relationship. His countless hours on and off the field have taught him more than he's let on, and today, I got a little taste of the artsy side of baseball. If you've never seen inside one before, it's an intricate mesh of tiny pieces of sticky string. The baseball leather itself is made from cowhide, with one single lace wound around the ball. Not two. News to me. With his fixed blade gut hook knife, he tore into the ball, managing to stab himself only once. It's times like these that a razor blade would've been useful. In a few minutes, the once-baseball was reformed into a different purpose. A bracelet. Made from the red laces of his passion. So fun. And more news to me: the average cost of a MLB baseball sits between 15 to 20 dollars, depending where you buy it. Are you kidding me?! Fortunately, there's plenty of baseballs in the clubhouse to go around. And I'm sure they won't notice one's gone missing...

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