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

Nuns Gone Wild! #14


Original Caption:

Austin -- It's a big change of pace for Sister Magdalene, S.S.C.J., of San Antonio, Tex., as she steps in determinedly to slam the ball in a ball game at the Davenport Ranch. Sisters from all over the U.S. attending special summer classes at St. Edward's University were invited to the ranch for a day's outing. They relaxed on their day off and played volleyball as well as baseball. (1963)

8 comments :

Vanwall said...

Scouted her for the Sox - in addition to having a weak throwing arm, I didn't think she could hit big-league pitching in The Show.

Fred said...

That swing is a real mess! She's got a huge hole in her swing, she's dropping her left shoulder, her front side is opening up too soon, and she's moved all her weight forward too quickly. There is no way she could hit a big league curve. On the plus side, she's sporting some awesome new Oakley sunglasses, and I love the way she tucked the batting helmet inside her habit.

Brooks said...

Have some faith fellas. God will see she knocks it out of the park. He's already moved the left field fence in a couple hundred feet.

Rhiannon said...

was this from the Austin-American Statesman? I work for the Statesman and go to St Ed's, so my people would love to see this!

estiv said...

Weird to see pics on this blog from all over the world, then find this one. It was taken about five blocks from where I'm sitting right now.

Christopher said...

Yay St. Eds..went there '78-82

rookgaroo said...

I went to a Catholic school for my first eight years of formal education. While it's true that this gal is no Ted Williams, it's only fair to note that nuns, (in my case, the ironically named Sisters of Mercy), were better trained in pitching. They could take a speck of dust off a gnat's bum from across the room with a piece of chalk, an eraser, or whatever they happened to be holding at the time.
They were also well-versed in the sweet science of boxing.
Trust me. I was there. I know.

Fred said...

That makes sense rookgaroo considering that most pitchers can't hit a lick.