Then we saw this.
It took us a few seconds to process, followed by another minute or two of a strange mixture of confusion, disbelief and skepticism. Then, we allowed ourselves a brief moment, a moment to pause, drink it all in and contemplate whether the bullpen car is truly returning to its rightly place — tucked in the corner’s of our nation’s hallowed shrines to baseball.
The home page rightly declares what we would all most certainly echo should one of these vehicles make an appearance in 2009: “A Sports Icon is Back.” If the fine folks at Baker Sports Promotional Vehicles, Inc. succeed, you’re goddamn right it is.
The Web site refers to these modern twists on the classic bullpen car as “baseball utility vehicles” or BUV for short. It’s a little rich for our taste, but we won’t hold it against them. The fact is that if you’re a 13 year-old baseball fan right now, chances are you never saw a bullpen car on a Major League field. And that, my friends, is a travesty.
So, perhaps the folks at BSPVI are simply entrepreneurs whose vision will never see the light of day. We’d prefer, instead, to keep dreaming. We love every bit of the “updated” bullpen car, from the traditional baseball bats holding up the helmet to the slick new rims and platform and multimedia center in the back? Personally, I’d put my bullpen car up on 22s and really make a statement. Even the headlights and front bumper look spiffy.
But is it real or a mirage? Is this a pipedream of someone like us who appreciates the famed golf cart with a domepiece and has taken it 100 steps further? Or is there a chance this electric-powered marvel really could be seen on the diamond in 2009 or 2010?
Here’s to keeping the dream alive. Just imagine…
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About the Author: Cecilio's Scribe is the founder of The Legend of Cecilio Guante and a generally pessimistic fan of the Mets, Jets, Knicks and Rangers. A fine NYC-based gentlemen who hones his marketing skills as his primary trade by day. Husband, chef, father of a newborn and after-hours blogger by night. Proud alum of the mighty Big Red of Cornell. University. Hot sauce devotee. Staunch protester of the continued wussifcation of American sports. Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick.