Sunday, October 7, 2007
I have stacks (and stacks, and stacks, and stacks) of duplicate Tribe cards. Today, following the utter humiliation suffered after the loss to the Yankees on Sunday, I randomly picked up a small stack, cut the cards, and chose the card at the split. Fittingly, it is the 1991 Score Dream Team card of Doug Jones.
I want to know what was going through the heads of the various people involved here... Take a walk down imaginary lane, if you will....
Photographer: "Okay, Doug, we need you to stare at the ball. Pretend you're "The Thinker" and you're thinking about your next heater..."
Jones: "What? Couldn't I just sit here and pretend to be Alan Jackson?"
Jones: "You know, that country singer. I like his 'stache..."
Photog: "Whatever. We're going to airbrush a flame coming out the ball after we're done."
Caterer/Intern: "Oh-mah-gawsh! Like, you mean, he'll be holding a flaming ball!? Yummy!"
Jones: "What!? A flaming ball!? No friggin way!"
Photog: "Not like that, Doug. Like a super-hot fastball... A heater! (lowers voice) Shut up, Alejandro!"
Jones (to team attorney): "Is this really in my contract!?"
Attorney: "Well, you see, the thing is... it is not specifically NOT in your contract..."
Photog: "It'll be 'tastefully done' and we're using black & white film!"
Jones: "Good God! I'm holding a flaming ball AND it's in black & white!? There goes my career...."
On the other hand, the fact that the Indians went down in flames tonight (Sunday) and that I picked a card bearing a flame seems a little more than just a coincidence.....