After staring at the Mets’ wacky space age batting helmet for weeks, I finally figured out what was missing. It’s the antennae, stupid…or dum-dum, for you Flintstones devotees. I do believe the new-for-’06 protective headgear was originated by Fred Flintstone’s out-of-this world adviser, The Great Gazoo. He was the tiny extragalactic visitor almost nobody could see.
Sort of like Anderson Hernandez’s batting average.
Thanks, as ever, to Jim Haines and Zed Duck Studios [1] for giving tangible form to this and several of my long-festering realizations.