Duty says he’s gonna carve these words on my tombstone: “Wonder what that’s about?” I can’t help it. I truly do wonder! Now, take a peek at the latest blog entry from my wonderful Uncle Charlie and see just where it comes from.

Ever notice the clothes that coaches in professional sports wear on the sidelines? Ever wonder why they “dress up?” It’s not like they’re going out to dinner or anything. For goodness sake, it’s for a ball game.

Take a look at Baseball Managers/Coaches. They dress up in those silly looking uniforms of varying color combinations and wear a stupid little cap with some kind of a team emblem emblazoned on it to differentiate them from Coaches/Managers from the other team. Like they couldn’t tell the difference. Like they didn’t know who the opposing team really is. C’mon. DUH!!!!

Now take a look at Professional Football Coaches/Assistants/Coordinators. Wow, they all dress alike too, as in baseball, except they really don’t wear the same kind of uniform as the players on their team. Instead, they wear Khaki pants (all of them), a golf/Tee/Turtleneck shirt (all the same color(s), and football shoes (Cleats and all). Now why do they wear football shoes? Do they need good traction on the sidelines? And, how about the headphones they wear like a badge of courage. I’m guessing that they are tuned into their favorite radio/satellite station. From the looks of the Ravens, I KNOW that Billick is tuned into some station far from this planet. No way is he clever enough to come up with his vocabulary unless some foreign species is feeding it to him from afar!

Now, take a look at College Basketball Coaches and their staff. WOW! Do these guys take Beau Brummel to new heights, or what! There they coach in what appears to be gyms/arenas that are heated to unbearable temperatures so that the opposition wilts under the stress of the game, and the heat. But, did you ever see one of them under-dressed in say, shorts and a golf shirt? No, no, no. No matter the arid conditions they, to a man, are dressed in their finest Brooks Bros. suits. But, they don’t wear basketball shoes. They don’t wear the shoes of their sport as coaches do in other sports, do they? Why not? Don’t know. And, after the game, can you just imagine the odor that surrounds these guys? How about the armpit of a prison guard on Devil’s Island in mid-August, after a month long hiatus from the shower?

(Five million bucks says about two of you (Twinnie and Mark) will know what “Beau Brummel” refers to!)