First, allow me to remind you that I did not start loving baseball until I was 13 years old. Even then, I never knew of the wondrous item about which I am going to tell you. I assure you, if I had known, I would have broken open the piggy bank right then and there to go buy one.
The other day, I had to stop by the local sporting goods store to buy my son some cleats for his baseball team--woo hoo he's playing baseball--and his first practice was then rained out. In the baseball aisle, I saw the ingenious MLB money-maker you see pictured above.
I'm not gonna lie. I wanted one. Bad. I didn't care that I wasn't eight years old. The little mini helmets are just so mini, so unpretentiously adorable. And may I ask the rhetorical question, how much fun must it be to switch the little helmets around each day as the standings change?
I think I'm going back tomorrow to get one. Seriously. Don't make fun. You know you want one too. Or, you already have one.