Peanuts Begins by Charles Schulz for September 06, 2016

maybe he’s learning pointers from a professional catcher

That’s not enough. You have to live it in the flesh.

We had a TV just like that. Later, in the seventies, it was all “cabinet TVs” with wooden doors you could close over the screen so supposedly no one could tell it was a TV (though everyone knew exactly what it was, shut up in there.) I tried to explain this to a friend and he was like O.o.

We had an RCA “console” television. B&W, at least the screen was larger then our later televisions.

We had one like it also. It weighed more than a World War II battleship. VHF and UHF dials. No remote. And if it broke, you called a TV repairman instead of buying a new one.

I used to do that as a kid watching the Montreal Expos and Montreal Canadians on tv: helmet and glove for baseball and goalie stick and mask for hockey.

Is that Joe Shlabotnik at bat?

I remember the year in the ’60s when the Boston Bruins won the Stanley Cup. My brother, sister & I all sat on the hassock, holding our hockey sticks (theirs were real, wooden ones; my was a little red-and-white plastic one), blued to the TV, watching Bobby Orr & the boys.

It’s a step from wearing the sports team shirt.

Me think’s ole Charlie Brown should have stayed a catcher….lol

Take me out to the ball game…

If he were a lot older I’d say he was studying the opposition. But here he’s just trying to learn to be a better catcher.

When I was a kid we had a color tv—lime, magenta, pink, orange…

Our console had the TV radio and record player all in the same cabinet our first real remote had to be plugged into the back of the TV. All it did was change channels, always in the same direction. I can imagine changing from channel 1 to 100 today by going in one direction in sequence.