In theory, there is no difference between theory and practice. But in practice, there is.
– Yogi Berra
With Sunday’s Super Bowl over and college Signing Day past, I like to think the season of football is over and the season of baseball looms.
I was reminded as much when my old friends Bill Zack and Ann Dickerson sent me a sample of their new venture – Legends of the Game cookies.
These are edible cookies with icing on one side that depicts a baseball player, usually in a nostalgic image. It is like a birthday or special occasion cake whose icing reproduces a photograph image.
I worked with Bill – an award-winning major league baseball writer – for years, and it seems natural that he support such a theme.
They can make all kinds of cookies, iced with everything from corporate logos to fundraising themes to anniversaries to weddings.
You can check it online at www.legendscookies.com. You don’t get a discount for mentioning my name, but you could tell them the Mickey Mantle cookie was very good.
YOUR MAIL: Linda and Jimmie Adams send a postcard from Florida.
“We are celebrating our 50th anniversary,” they write, “by traveling the same route to St. Augustine and Silver Springs as we did on our honeymoon.”
Greg and Teresa Brooks send along two postcards, one from Las Vegas and later from Kentucky’s Louisville Slugger baseball bat factory. “Next trip is to the Braves spring training and then to see the Braves play in New York and Boston in June,” they write.
MY APOLOGIES: I got Daniel Morris’ name wrong in my Sunday column on suggestions to convert videocassettes.
CRIB NOTES: A reader shares these Toddler Property Laws:
1. If I like it, it’s mine.
2. If it’s in my hand, it’s mine.
3. If I can take it from you, it’s mine.
4. If I had it a little while ago, it’s mine.
5. If it looks just like mine, it’s mine.
6. If I think it’s mine, it’s mine.
TODAY’S JOKE: A parent decreed one Christmas that she was no longer going to remind her children of their thank-you note duties. As a result, their grandmother never received acknowledgments of the generous checks she had given.
The next year things were different, however.
“The children came over in person to thank me,” the grandparent told a friend triumphantly.
“How wonderful!” the friend exclaimed. “What do you think caused the change in behavior?”
“Oh, that’s easy,” the grandmother replied. “This year I didn’t sign the checks.”