LCG Era Random back in the house for your Friday reading pleasure (I hope). After tackling NFL Olympians, a light-hitting catcher and a sporting card innovation without equal in previous editions, I’m tickled to pay homage to a true sporting legend from my youth.
These LCG Era Random posts are just as much about educating these young whipper-snappers on the way it used to be – when all was right in the world – as they are about me strolling down memory lane. It’s about teaching a younger generation about important things. Like say…making them understand that the plastic batting helmet that stylishly caresses their prized frozen treat during the seventh inning was not always a ballpark staple.
No, no, no, ye of the iPod generation. Helmet cup sundaes have not always been the unalienable right that you so thoughtlessly take for granted. Some respect for history needs to be shown before you scarf down your sprinkled dairy-licious treat. So, put down your plastic spoon and listen.
Like so many wonderful things, the helmet cup sundae burst on the scene during the 80s, the fabulous decade that brought unforgettable sports fashions and super-duper toys alike. I remember it like it was yesterday. For those who don’t, check out the video below and take it to the 6:35 mark.
The B-R helmet cup sundae dominated my post-dinner focus throughout many a summer. There were other ice cream shops in town, but it was always 31 Flavors, and the helmet cup sundae simply sealed the deal. Specifically, I recall a few things about my Baskin-Robbins HCS experiences during that era.
First, once those helmets arrived in-store, the frequency of my visits (and parental requests for visits) increased exponentially. Second, despite being in New York, there were never any Mets or Yankees helmets available. Like, ever. Zero. Just like the commercial, I wanted to collect all 26 helmets. Damn pipe dream, I telly ya. I would go entire summers — and collect 14 Padres helmets. Great.
The final thing I recall? Wiping out the crusted up hot fudge on the inside of the plastic with cheap paper napkins. It was like trying to remove inches of motor oil sludge with a single Kleenex. It really demanded the use of hot water and dish soap, but there was no way dad was letting that precious mini-helmet back in the car unless it had a near spit shine on it. Decisions had to be made. I made do with the cleaning tools at my disposal. Ahhh, the memories.
Anyway, that’s what I’m reminiscing on today. The Baskin-Robbins Helmet Sundae. A fabulous invention and runaway 80s trend. Don’t you forget it. See you for more LCG Era Random soon.
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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.