Opening day, Fairmount style
Published by Becky S April 17th, 2005 in sports, philadelphia
Are Fairmount residents protesting the high price of gas? Nope. This procession can mean only one thing—opening day for the Fairmount Sports Association’s baseball and softball leagues. Every year, team members and coaches don their uniforms and march through Fairmount to the tune of bagpipes, ending up at Von Colln Field for the first game of the season.
Luckily, I was in the process of going blonde at the Beehive Hair Salon when the parade came by. The kind staff fetched me out from under the dryer just in time to take a few pictures.
Another perfect moment in a perfect Philadelphia weekend filled with films and walks and concerts and arboretums and clean air races and wonderful company. God I love this city.
fairmount Philadelphia Sports
Hurrah for perfect Philadelphia weekends!
Scott, weren’t you inside rebuilding a server over the weekend? Bummmmmer.
Looks like opening day at a gas station, but I’ll take your word for it. Doesn’t appear to be a WaWa, so what’s the big deal?
I love this city too! This past weekend had gorgeous weather,lowering trees all over the city, and the film festival! Combine that with the (still new to me) bike path extension and some lovely restaurants–and what else can you ask for?
flowering trees
I was going to go blonde too but I decided to stick with going grey.
The gas station is on the way to the ballpark.
Unrelated–this Sunoco is where the dirty old men hang out and watch spandex-clad women returning from running, biking, and skating down by the river.
The neighborhood Wawa is a few blocks Southeast of Sunoco. Sadly, it is not up to usual Wawa standards.
I was inside rebuilding a server all weekend, and the fun continues today!
Though I have had nice weekends in Philly, so I think a ‘hurrah’ was in order.
And I’m with you, Clair, I am going to keep going grey too.
For the record, I am not going grey.
Are you sure? I know for certain that I’m going grey.
I am sure.
Really?
I’ve known Becky long enough to know that great pain and suffering will ensue if I continue this thread.
But since I am not very bright, I will continue anyway…
So if you are now blonde how can you be so sure you are not going grey? It could be like that Seinfeld where Elaine dated the guy who shaved his head and when she asked him to grow his hair back he found out he was bald.
I’ve found the sort of simmering, unspoken tension surrounding this post pretty good reading, actually. As far as tension can be “reading”, anyway. And I believe Becky 100%. For the record.
Clair, as long as we’re doing the Seinfeld thing, I would BAN YOU FOR ONE YEAR, except that my mom thinks your comments are funny for some reason.
And not that I should dignify your remarks with a response, but the whole shaved head/bald thing doesn’t even make sense because I just went blonde on Saturday. It’s highly unlikely that my hair turned grey in the past 48 hours.
It’s good to know that there are some intelligent and tasteful readers like very metal and Sassy J.
I was just being inquisitive, which I believe, is a mark of intelligence.
Plus, all this grey hair makes me look distinguished. Not that you would know about that, Becky.
Boys, boys, boys–for those who claim your grey is a sign of maturity you are certainly contradicting that sentiment. Becky is not grey–she’s our glowing blonde sunshine. I have seen the lovely Becky in all states of hair color–which means au naturale, or au naturale roots–I assure you she has no grey (yet).
Inevitably, we will all go grey–and some will bald. And I will only hint that coloring your hair is certainly due to the same societal pressures brought up in another hair post. I’m for it.
Take that back! I am so mature you doo doo head!
WTF? I’m out of the office for one day, and when I get back, we’re talking about doo doo heads?
I was also holding my breath but I passed out for awhile. I think Sassy J might have a point afterall.
Once again let me reiterate that I was just being inquisitive for crying out loud!
I’m sure Becky isn’t grey (though only her hairdresser knows for sure).
I was in another part of town that afternoon watching a film, so I missed this hubbub.
For the record, I’m not going blonde.
no, wait– I was not watching a film, I was performing. But still.