Social distancing and quarantine has been good for my self-discipline. For example, I’ve been very intentional about cycling through my full collection when selecting a baseball cap to wear all day indoors.

Today it’s this one, which I believe is one the Tulsa Drillers wore a couple of years ago.

Dirty-as-hell Ryman Auditorium situation?
Just as god and Bill Monroe intended.

A man in Monterey was wearing this hat and when I complimented it, he gave it to me. In exchange for a promise to go and see his Elvis tribute band perform when they came to my area. I didn’t go. Still feel bad. Good hat though.

At the start of the 2018 season, the Dodgers were on a schneid so I bought this hat in a sort of “embrace the darkness” mode, and then they went 76-45 and won the division after a 16-26 start, but I’m still not a guy who can pull off the black-on-black, honestly.

Ad Astra Per Aspera, baby. Smith County, Kansas forever.

My great-great-grandfather was a man named Jerome William Doris Whitchurch. He lived in southwest Kansas in the late 1800’s and first part of the 20th century, and was not to be trifled with. He loved the Brooklyn Dodgers.

Also, unrelated: I once wore this hat to see John Axford’s Dodger debut, wherein he gave up six runs while recording one (1) out. It was the worst shellacking I’ve ever seen somebody endure in person.