Posts Tagged ‘sports’

Grand Slam

Pittsburgh Pirates Park

You may remember my husband as “the cable guy,” but we have hardly any physical cables anymore so I might have to refer to him as “flash-drive guy” or “Bluetooth guy.”

He used to watch sports. All sports. While he did jigsaw puzzles, while he read his newspapers, while he listened to music. In his younger days, he played a few sports; now he mostly watches. I’ve walked by his screen and observed scenes of football, baseball, basketball, hockey, tennis, volley ball, golf, racing, and of course Olympic sports, all in no particular order. He wasn’t a huge fan in the sense of cheering for one team. In general, he simply liked to watch.

What if we no longer have sports as we knew them — with stadiums full of people and athletes as pop heroes all over tv? What sports fans will do with their time is one thing. But What happens to our language, that is so dependent on sports terminology? Will anyone remember what the terms mean?

• step up to the plate

• go to the mat

• out of the gate

• down to the wire

• drop the ball

• hit it out of the park

• par for the course

• get the ball rolling

• take off the gloves

• eye on the ball

• below the belt

• low blow

• on the ropes

That’s a baker’s dozen (I hope we’ll get our bakeries back!)

What are your favorites?

A Good Sport

There was a time when I shunned everything to do with sports. Not that I didn’t ride my bike and even treadmill (v. i.) fairly regularly.

What I disliked was the pesky winner/loser aspect, especially where kids were involved. Because winning was so important, to the coaches and parents if not the kids themselves, some kids were left out. So, what was all the lip service to “they learn teamwork” if only the athletically endowed could profit? Didn’t kids with lame arms or poor eyesight also deserve to learn teamwork?

In the image of Luks’s painting, doesn’t it look like the boy isn’t at all interested in the baseball?

Boy with Baseball by George Luks, c. 1925, Metropolitan Museum of Art, Gift of Edward Joseph Gallagher, Jr., 1954

I’ve had a hard time avoiding sports metaphors, but I’ve succeeded on the whole.

Then the New York Times came out with a special article on the history of sports phrases and suddenly it feels very scholarly to say “That’s not in my wheelhouse.” *

You can read the complete article, but here are a couple of my favorites.

Talk about scholarly, how about this first one, from Shakespeare:

1. There’s the rub.

When Hamlet says, “To sleep — perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub!” he’s talking about something that’s difficult. “The rub” is from lawn bowling, and refers to an unevenness in the playing surface. Or so they say.

2. Out of left field.

Why is left field the spot where kooky ideas come from? Why not right or center? Well, no one is too sure, but there are a couple of fascinating theories—left field was often deeper than right in early baseball stadiums; weaker fielders were put in on the left; and left fielders tended to play farther back.

* Wheelhouse comes from baseball. It’s the area in which a batter feels most comfortable hitting the ball.

Here’s a closing image:

From the Girl Baseball Players series for Virginia Brights Cigarettes, Metropolitan Museum of Art, issued 1886, Gift of Jefferson R. Burdick

OR, Girls also want to have fun.