On Wednesday morning, I flipped on the radio to listen to Dan Patrick while I ran through my regimen of situps, pushups and other exercises, and he happened to mention a game other than the baseball, football, basketball usually discussed on his show:
He said something like, “You know how it is when you’re at some other couple’s place and the guy’s wife says, ‘Let’s play Pictionary.’ And I’m like, ‘How about I just sit here and drink a beer.’”
I lol’d as we kids like to say.
In my family, the role of Pictionary fiend is played by my sister-in-law Dorothy, who lives in Canada. Every time she comes for a visit, I always hear some version of, “You are going to at least let me play Pictionary, aren’t you?”
Dorothy is cool, so generally speaking she can get enough people to humor her to play a game in which she clearly is the best player. That’s because unlike others in the family, Dorothy can actually draw. Meaning, when she tries to depict a pickup truck, you don’t get people blurting out, “Ecuador.”
Myself, I am dreadful. I always remember how an artistic friend told me years ago to think in terms of shapes, rather than lines, but while that sounds great, nevertheless every animal I try to draw ends up looking like a mutant brontosaurus.
A related game known as Cranium sometimes require you to draw with your eyes closed; that has no effect on the quality of my artwork.
Cranium, however, also calls for you to at times use not pen and pencil but modeling clay to sculpt whatever it is you are trying to get your teammates to guess; while I couldn’t draw my way out of a wet paper sack, I must admit that I’m pretty much the Michelangelo of “sculptorades,” as that segment of Cranium is known.
Another portion of the game features charades, at which I also perform at a major-league level, though my kids were merciless in critiquing an unsuccessful attempt at acting out “whoopie cushion” one day a few years ago.
And speaking of cushioning, sort of anyway, here’s today’s Catch of the Day, No. 35, a mid-1960s Wilson-made Duane Josephson catcher’s mitt given to me by my friend and former teammate Joe Frazier (no, not the boxer). Joe, who went on to play for the University of Portland, used this mitt when he was a kid in McMinnville; during one youth season, he hit something like 14 home runs in 15 games. Joe was also a high school basketball teammate of Oregon State star Charlie Sitton.
Anyway, here’s the glove: