I remember "The Sandlot" for a couple of reasons. First and foremost, if you bought me a beer and asked me if I ever watched it as a kid (this is one of those flicks, by the way, that comes up in normal conversations of nostalgia between two late 20s hipsters, along with "The Goonies"), I'll immediately regail you with the story of how my Grandmother took my sister and I to see it at a theater in Chattanooga during one of those hot summer weeks I was inevetiably sent to spend with her so my mom could catch a break, and how she popped popcorn at home in a kettle and snuck it into the theater in her purse, along with three Cokes we stopped at the gas station to get. It was one of the first times I realized there were suckers in the world, and I was determined not to be one of them!
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Base Up, You Blockheads!
I remember "The Sandlot" for a couple of reasons. First and foremost, if you bought me a beer and asked me if I ever watched it as a kid (this is one of those flicks, by the way, that comes up in normal conversations of nostalgia between two late 20s hipsters, along with "The Goonies"), I'll immediately regail you with the story of how my Grandmother took my sister and I to see it at a theater in Chattanooga during one of those hot summer weeks I was inevetiably sent to spend with her so my mom could catch a break, and how she popped popcorn at home in a kettle and snuck it into the theater in her purse, along with three Cokes we stopped at the gas station to get. It was one of the first times I realized there were suckers in the world, and I was determined not to be one of them!
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