Wednesday, June 25, 2008

THE FLEEING FLEA MARKET


I recently took my wood bat for a lunchtime visit to the batting cage. The feel of hitting a 80 mph fastball with a wood bat is wonderful. Unfortunately, I missed the sweet spot of the bat one to many times and cracked the bat. Brand-new professional wood bats can be fairly expensive. In the past, you could always find old-school quality wood bats for a few bucks at your local flea market. I live in RESTON, there is no flea market!
What happened to Flea Markets? When I say FLEA MARKET, I’m not talking the crappy kind; I’m referring to little slices of cultural bliss like Eastern Market. Organic produce, unnecessary knickknacks, and old school WOOD BATS.

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