There seems to be no fallout from the conversation. Of course I didn’t get to talk to my mom today so I’ll get her side of the story tomorrow.
Adam and I and five of his c0-workers and their spouses, families etc. went to a Mets game tonight. It’s the first baseball game I’ve been to in about five years. I actually like baseball. I grew up in the 70’s watching the Cincinnati Reds. I was a huge Pete Rose fan, as well as Johnny Bench and Joe Morgan fan. I would love it when my mother came home and told us we were going to a game. I collected baseball cards and little hats that sundaes came in at Dairy Queen. For about a second you might have thought I was straight. But for no more than a second.
The Mets have a new stadium. It’s beautiful. There are a million places to eat and drink and a place to buy a souvenir on every corner. The prices are as high as ever, but at least everything is new. The one thing missing in the new stadium is piss troughs.
Riverfront Stadium’s public restroom was pretty much one big piss trough.
To a gay 12 year old boy this was amazing. I had to go pee at least once during every inning. And the ones in Riverfront Stadium were a circle so you actually faced other men who were pissing. It brings back fond memories. Alas piss troughs are pretty much a thing of the past. With our sexual revolution and freedom came uptight men who were suddenly afraid to piss in front of another man. I guess the 12 year olds of today will have to find some other way to look at men’s penises.
I’m now going to sleep and dream of times gone by.