Got in a nice, long, drunken New Year's Eve conversation on how horrendous the modern style of baggy baseball pants looks, and whether it must hinder the aerodynamics of things, what with all that extra material flapping and flopping around the ankles.

Not until today did I get a chance to Google some info about the 90's-era switch to looking like a sloppy-ass:

http://www.nytimes.com/2013/10/27/fashi ... -eyes.html

http://www.newyorker.com/the-new-yorker-blog/lowdown

Such a stupid look. Ugh. What is the point of having a "uniform" if the players are not dressed uniformly?

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I like thinking big. . . If you're going to be thinking anything, you might as well think big.
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GEORGE: Hey, Buck. Talk to you for a second?

SHOWALTER: Sure, George.

GEORGE: How's everything going? Everything O.K.?

SHOWALTER: Well, all of a sudden there's a problem with Tartabull's swing...

GEORGE: Listen, Buck, I uh...obviously I don't need to talk to you about the importance of player morale, but uh...I've been talking to some of the guys, and some of them - I don't want to mention any names - but some of them...they're not too happy with the polyester uniforms.

SHOWALTER: How so?

GEORGE: Well, they get very hot in the polyester. You know, it's not a natural fibre. I think they would prefer cotton.

SHOWALTER: Cotton, huh?

GEORGE: Yeah. Cotton breathes, you see, it's much softer. Imagine playing games and your team is five degrees cooler than the other team. Don't you think that would be an advantage? They're cooler, they're more comfortable...they're happier - they're gonna play better.

SHOWALTER: You may have something there, George.

GEORGE: Oh - I've got something.

SHOWALTER (considering): Hmm. Cotton uniforms.

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