My Next Tattoo
I have one tattoo. It’s the tattoo equivalent of of one of those Best Friends Forever necklaces that thirteen year old girls buy at Claire’s at the mall: my best friend Mandy and I got them together and they both say “heart.” It’s on my wrist (get it? … I wear my heart on my sleeve) and I love it. It’s so cheesy and it makes me smile every time I look down at it and remember the insane personal pitcher drinking, jukebox memorizing, dive bar crying, talking shit about boys bender we were on together around the time we got them.
But lately I’ve been feeling like I need a new tattoo, something that is just mine alone. And, yes, I’ve definitely been considering a baseball tattoo. A few of my friends have rolled their eyes at this idea, I think because most sports tattoos are so very bad. Although I love my Astros, I don’t really think getting a team-specific tattoo is the way for me to go. I want the tattoo I get to somehow encompass all the things that baseball is to me: art, whimsy, science, religion, math, history, nostalgia, sadness, and happiness… Something like, well, this:
But of course, that’s already taken.
Although I try to keep an open mind, there are some things that I know my baseball tattoo won’t include:
Having ruled out evil clowns, eagle claws, flames, and Dallas Braden’s perfect game, I’m sure I’ll figure something out soon. Y’all let me know if you have any great ideas for me, and of course you will be the first to know when I finally come to a decision about how to declare my love for this game that other people play onto my skin permanently. (Weird.)
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a ‘Flaming Dallas Braden Claws’ tattoo would be the way to go here.
Not a “Flaming Dallas Braden Claws spinning and getting his clothes knocked off by a line drive back through the box?”
this one is excellent. Hooray teamwork!
How about a butterfly with a bat for its body, balls for eyes/antenna stalks, and wings made from a collage of baseball cards.
Either that, or Jeff Bagwell with a fistful of meat.
I might have to draw that………….
Wait until he gets to the Hall.
The Butterfly will never get into the Hall. He was brilliant for a little while, but just didn’t last long enough to put up any impressive counting stats.
This needs to be timeless – could calvin and hobbes help?
Calvin peeing on a Ranger’s logo?
http://longmonttigers.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/calvinhobbesbaseball3.gif
I feel like the second-to-last panel could work on the same level as the Charlie Brown tattoo.
Pascual Perez sniffing his index finger
You should get “Kiss My” tattooed on your lower back with an arrow pointing down right below it. (No joke, actually saw that one)
How ’bout it says “Boys of Summer” and has headshots of yer three favorite players?
like the three killer Bs! Bagwell, Biggio and Berkman!
Everyone is wrong. The only correct answer is Joe West.
Joe West on one shoulder, Harmon Killebrew on the other.
The start menu for SNES’s Ken Griffey Jr. Baseball across the back.
Ozzie Guillen stabbing a pig with a baseball bat
unless your Jewish…
How about a tattoo of a syringe?
A cartoon Darryl Strawberry throwing firecrackers at some frightened children
I forget his name, but there’s a guy in Bull Durham who used to tour minor league parks and do a whole act. He spit stuff in the air and had an old time baseball-feel and uniform. He was part jester, part nostalgia and his longevity and dedication to the game was part of the romantic part of it. I’d say get a cartoon of him done.