Mudville is a Baseball State of Mind that seems to be losing it’s broad contact with the younger generations.
A Brief Saturday Dialogue Between Two People at George Ranch for the Babies-Combine Game with a Two Plus Generation Age Gap:
Younger Man in Early Twenties: “Your shirt says ‘Mudville.’ – Is that where you’re from?”
Septuagenarian in Mudville Jersey: “No sir. – I’m from Houston.”
Young Man: “Then why are you wearing a shirt that says ‘Mudvllle’?”
Septuagenarian: “Because it says ‘Mudville’. And it’s not a shirt. It’s a jersey.”
Young Man: “OK. Whatever. – But where is this ‘Mudville’, anyway? It’s not around here, is it?”
Septuagenarian: “It’s pretty nearby, my friend, but only if you have your mind open to see it.”
Young Man: “What?”
Septuagenarian: “Have you ever read a poem called ‘Casey at the Bat’?”
Young Man: “No.”
Septuagenarian: “Ever read any poems when you were in school?”
Young Man: “Probably. I’m not real sure.”
Septuagenarian: “Ever play baseball as a kid?”
Young Man: “Some.”
Septuagenarian: “Sometimes, ‘some’ is not enough.” Please check out ‘Casey at the Bat’ on Google when you get home.”
Young Man: “OK. Man, I will. – Meanwhile, stay cool. And good luck to Mudville today!”
Septuagenarian: “Thanks!”
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