A RETURN TO SANITY

A RETURN TO SANITY

The Return of Cracker Jack!

Baseball may still have the wretched DH rule, but at Yankee Stadium there has been a slight return to normalcy [1]: Cracker Jack is back! [2] No more CrunchíníMunch [3]. Now the fans can sing Take Me Out To The Ball Game [4] and not have to substitute CrunchíníMunch [5] for Cracker Jack when singing along [6] with the loudspeakers during the 7th Inning Stretch.

This means the ìsurpriseî is also back. I asked a vendor if CrunchíníMunch, a replica of Cracker Jack, came with the silly little surprise, a toy or some silly goodie in the bottom of the box. ìNo,î he told me, ìHELL, man! Surprise enough weíre selling this shit instead of real Cracker jacks, my brother.î

I took a kinship sort of liking to this dredlocks wearing, tattoo-sporting vendor. Having spent my entire life two older sisters and no brothers, -- and with his endearing terminology, referring to me as, ìmy brotherî -- I wondered if maybe he and I had played catch in some past life.

The return of Cracker Jack to the Stadium signals a good call by Yanks management.