I'm just basking in the warmth of the Yankees' 40th AL pennant so I am not putting a true focus on parody today but seeing DeHo's infamous damp overalls draped over a sofa in various duck shacks is an awesome sensory experience both from a visual and olfactory point-of-view. Once dry, being surprisingly organized about his minimal but highly sentimental gear, he usually stores them in a sail bag stenciled "12/M Spinnaker"...

Its gonna be a great series....GO YANKEES....:bowdown:

You'll all be happy to know that they came through the wash with flying colors. They're hanging over my deck railing right now drying out in the cool fall sunshine.

I washed them on the extra gentle cycle in cold water with Woolite just to be safe. Most of the blood stains didn't even come off which was a nice surprise. The smell is definitely improved, still slightly musty just like I like 'em but without that pungent odor of river mud and 12 years of fat sweaty duck hunter that was making even my companions of the chase a little queasy.


Destry

P.S. to Roger: The hat remains in it's sacred state of filth and will never be washed clean.

Dean, You haven't been in Dearborn lately; it ain't your granddaddy's Ford.

Cliff Lee and Mr. Sabathia? What the hell am I doing hanging out with the Injuns.

Indians? Are they still around? If it wasn't for the Lake County Captains I would have forgot what a ball team looks like. Jack