Showing posts with label Baseball Cap. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Baseball Cap. Show all posts

Sunday, April 21, 2013

The Baseball Cap


            Oh, loyal subjects of the hebephrenic hatter, today I went for a drive with the wind in my hat, the windows down, and the music blaring. Lo and behold, I’ve come to realize it’s spring.  Yes, that’s right, the sun is out, and the birds are chirping.  Everywhere it’s green, and that frost is slowly melting.  However, the advent of the sun comes with its drawbacks, and, with the great star in the sky in my eyes, I nearly drove, nose first, into a pond.  “Oh, cruel fate,” I lamented, “why hast thou given me a hat that does not cover mine eyes?  Why hast thou cursed me to suffer the rays of the sun?”  That’s when I realized that society has moved beyond the hats of the past, and I have in my possession one of the greatest hat innovations of modern times.  Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am featuring the baseball cap.

            According to this place, it took years for professional baseball leagues to settle on a hegemonic style of headwear.  Interestingly enough, the first baseball team (i.e. the knickerbockers) wore straw hats, and from the 1840’s through 70’s baseball teams wore a variety of different hat styles.  Then in the 1860’s, the Brooklyn Excelsior wore the precursor to today’s baseball cap.  Yes, it was rounded and had a bill to keep the sun out of their eyes.  Furthermore, by the 1940’s we had the technology to create the baseball cap of today, and, when the mainstream public caught on, the hat made its way into one of America’s most prominent hats.  That’s right!  If baseball is America’s pastime, the baseball cap is America’s choice of hat, because, according to these people, the baseball cap is an American icon.


Photo Courtesy of americanaclassicvintage.com

            So if you haven’t incorporated the baseball cap as the de rigueur of your headwear fashion you might be a terrorist, because the cap is the turning point of American bourgeois and working class fashion.  I guess what I’m saying is: go out and get a baseball cap today or wreck your car in a ditch.  Well, fellow headwear enthusiasts, that’s it for today’s installment of the hebephrenic hatter.  Goodbye and good luck!