Rickey poses for Playgirl

The GOAT.

It’s 104 degrees outside as I’m typing this, and it seems like an irrefutable idea to sit around the air conditioner and watch a few horror films meant for the garbage heap while drinking copious amounts of iced tea. I’m still not comfortable being in large groups of virus puppets, and shame on the people that decided to congregate in large groups Memorial Day Weekend. Ezra Pound was quoted as saying,”Stupidity carried beyond a certain point becomes a public menace.” and he was absolutely correct on that account in more ways than one. The major component in this logic can only be seen as self-serving and uncaring; so don’t expect compassion if you are one of the revelers who just happens to acquire a healthy (or unhealthy. yuck yuck.) case of The ‘Rona. As you can probably tell from the former sentence, I am seemingly a huge proponent of retribution, and you wouldn’t be wrong. More than likely, as life is always unfair in this way, one of the “party animals” will probably give it to someone who dies while their own case remains dormant. I still have to repress the inclination to punch someone in the face who stands right next to me in the grocery store while blathering on their phone with spittle flying everywhere but, hey, nobody’s perfect.

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At any rate…the internet wormhole strikes again! I stumbled across a photo of a barely clad Rickey Henderson for Playgirl in July 1984, and I thought, “Gee, that was an interesting year in pop culture.” I was in elementary school and I absolutely adored Michael Jackson. The biggest topic on the playground was: would you bang Madonna? and what Garbage Pail Kids would you trade? Of course, we were all virgins and wouldn’t know what to do with our peckers even if Madonna was a pedophile who was attracted to small town Catholic school knuckleheads who carried aluminum lunchboxes with Luke Skywalker emblazoned on the lid. I stared at the photo of Rickey for a minute and his powerful legs seemed to stand out in the photo for, oh, about 1,406 reasons. The photo was meant for a different gender (or not?) and maybe even a different race (or not?) but it still resonated from a baseball standpoint. Is this what happens when there is no baseball? Are you relegated to watching games on MLB.TV from 2019, playing fantasy games on your phone and staring at photos of Rickey Henderson’s legs?

I think I need to get outside. (with 6 feet of social distancing, of course)

11 Comments

i wasn’t aware Rickey Henderson posed for playgirl, nor did/do i really care. still, it seems like something well worth knowing something about. thank you.

Pretty sexy photo. There’s a lot in the eyes.

Back then in your virgin cherry intact days, perhaps you had a better chance of being boinked by Michael Jackson than Madonna? Hey, I’m just saying! I’m with you though on those idiot “who gives a shit about the virus” knuckleheads. And missing baseball too. Same thing here, only reruns from 2015 even later. Borrrring!

You’re probably right about the Michael Jackson thing! Thanks for the comment and hang in there.

“virus puppets.” I like that. I’m going to use it.

Cool. Let’s make it a ” thing.” Ha ha!

This was totally unexpected and it was good for me. Thanks. Stay well.

This was totally unexpected for me too. I had no idea Henderson posed for a magazine, but what the hell. Rickey had more career walks than Babe Ruth so I guess he can do what ever he wants and more importantly, it made for one funny and as always, well written, post.

Thanks Steve. I suppose I’m desperate for content with no baseball taking up all my time.

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