And there’s the pitch to Carlson… high and outside, ball two. Rodriquez on the mound, shaking off signals from his catcher. After a promising rookie start, he’s been struggling a bit this season… Curveball to Carlson, and Carlson swings, strike three. And so, as the teams change sides, let’s take a moment to check out the action on the Pinecone Insurance® Lonely Raccoon Cam™, sponsored by Pinecone Insurance, who reminds you “You’re Never Alone With Pinecone.”
Via Imgur.
I’ll be glad to keep him company. He can sit on my shoulder and then he’ll see everything.
I’ll ‘bet his friends are away grabbing beer and dogs,and he’s holding down the fort til they get back.
Okay, we need a t-shirt for Pinecone Insurance with the slogan and the raccoon. Please! Vintage-style artwork. Weathered colors. Another way to raise funds for your site AND create well-dressed NTMTOM fans!
I second that!!! 😀
I third that! 😀
And my daughter fourths it! 😀 😀
Agreed, you really should work in marketing. Or zombie poetry. Whichever.
He’s part of the clean-up crew who eats all the dropped popcorn, peanuts and nacho crumbs. I wonder if the photographer heard the crunching and was able to snap the photo when he popped his head up to be on the lookout for his fellow bandits?
When I was a kid listening to games on the radio*, innings were brought to us by Dr. Pepper or the Ford F-series.**
*I’m old.
**I’m not THAT old.
I am that old! I listened to the ’69 World Series on the radio. sigh. Tom and Nolan, Jim and Boog. Those were the days.
Scooter and Bill White doing the Yankee games. I was too late for the New York Giants or the Brooklyn Dodgers, but not by much!!
I AM that old. I have the psychic scars to prove I
saw the ’64 Phillies. In person. **sigh** And saw
the Mets in the World Series at Shea in ’69, also
in person. I do like baseball.
Hey youngster, I listened to WWII on the radio…
Haha I submit!
My dad used to tell me how he would listen to Cardinal games in southern Arkansas on KMOX. AM really travels far!
Actually, I listened on an illegal, home-made short-wave radio, while one of us guarded the front door to listen for German boots coming up the stairs… No sounds of Cardinal games for us, only air raid sirens.
I was in high school in suburban Connecticut, and one of my classmates would go sneak into Shea Stadium for every game in that series. Needless to say, no work got done in the classes I shared with him as he described the games in loving detail!
Yes, I am with you KFabe, baseball is best experienced via the radio. I used to spend a few weeks every summer break with my Aunt, Uncle and cousins who lived in Mitchell’s Bay, Ontario which is on the Canadian side of Lake St. Clair–the lake semi ditches near Detroit. Seriously, by gosh, nothing sounds/feels like summer to me than the Tigers on am with crickets, fire-flys and intense still heat. *sigh, can I go back now to such seemingly simpler times; please?*
They do struggle to keep from having dead air in those games, though. Some lazy afternoon on a Saturday, the pitcher shakes off a signal, then another one, then throws to first. Those poor announcers have to think of *something* to say.
“The thing about Carlson is…he’s allergic to shrimp…”
“Where did the hot dog guy go?”
😀
“He stole second base like a bandit!”
He’s definitely stealing signals.