Bring Back the Bend

by on April 8, 2010   4 Comments

Just last week, I was having dinner at the Big River Grille in downtown Chattanooga when a high school baseball team walked by.  Not one player had a bent bill.  With the help of some alcohol and the presence of my friend Keith (who can fight better than I can), I let out some of my pent up frustrations.  As they passed, I hollered, “Bend your bills!  Bend them!  Bring back the bend!!”   Most of the impressionable youngsters didn’t respond, except for one.  He looked at me as he passed by, and with a cold Clint Eastwood sort of look in his eyes, he simply said, “No.”  It was then I knew that we have a serious problem on our hands.