The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

This Sporting Life #5

Original Caption:

Pretty as a Pitcher.

New York -- A figure familiar to Basketball fans, Wilt 'The Stilt' Chamberlain, stoops to conquer as he prepares to display his skill on the Baseball diamond. The pitcher, whose long, lovely legs frame the hoop star, is Carol Hodecker. The cute blonde catcher is Charlotte Kirsten, who came to the U. S., from West Berlin six years ago. Both gals are 'Bunnies' (hostesses) from the Playboy Club. Wilt met them as they were warming up in a Central Park field for a game with show girls from a Broadway musical in the Broadway Show League series. Wilt never had such glamorous opponents on the basketball court! He now plays with the San Francisco Warriors. (1963)


chained and perfumed said...


Marshall P. Smith said...

Keeping the eye on the prize!

Tommy O'C said...

Okay, let's hit one up the middle!

Fred said...

This picture's got its own, built-in punchline.

Vanwall said...

I imagine Wilt banged one out of the park...or both of 'em, even.

Tommy O'C said...

Both of them, definitely. With his legendary prowess and physical strength?

An ex-teammate recalled how Wilt would finish a game and then, on the spur-of-the-moment, drive cross-country in his convertible. He had such stamina, he said he stopped only for gas and restrooms.

Well, this teammate--who said Wilt in his prime may have been the world's strongest man--said Chamberlain once claimed he'd been attacked on one cross-country drive by a mountain lion.

Wilt said he pulled over on some desert road, dead of night. A mountain lion pounced from the shadow's as he sat in his convertible. Wilt got hold of the lion, spun it around by its tale and flung it howling into the darkness.

The teammate said the story could have been bogus. Except, Wilt had these deep, ugly, fresh gouges in the flesh of his shoulders. The teammate said, maybe he wasn't attacked by a mountain lion. But those scratches sure hadn't been made by anything human.

swac said...

Pitcher? I hardly know 'er!