This NYT story will make your day (and, obviously, it made me cry):
“Hi ya, young fella.”
Babe Ruth greeted Arthur Giddon as he did most 13-year-olds, even those in uniform. Giddon chatted with the Babe for a moment but tore himself away because he had a job to do. It was 1922, and as a Boston Braves bat boy, Giddon had to break out the bats, polish some spikes and otherwise outfit his players for that afternoon’s game at Braves Field.
Eighty-seven years later, on Saturday, Giddon will reprise his role for his now-beloved Red Sox — as a special 100th birthday present, he will serve as the team’s honorary bat boy prior to the game against the rival Yankees.
Happy Friday!
[Posted by Mallory]
Perhaps some of you care, perhaps you’re just looking for another reason to party– an alcoholiday, if you will. (I came up with that on Fat Tuesday, appropriately enough. I’m sure someone else has thought of it before. I’d never heard it. I want credit.) As if a snow day wasn’t enough of an excuse, I’m pleased to tell you that it’s Dr. Seuss’ birthday! The king of the AABB rhyme scheme, whose real name was Theodor Seuss Geisel, would be 105 today. I’m sure if he were here with us, the Great Birthday Bird would pay him a visit. Heavens to Betsy! You don’t know about the Great Birthday Bird? Well, I’ll let the good Doctor do some explaining:
six words to change the world. 