What were the Rangers doing with their pants yesterday? - Yahoo Sports |
- What were the Rangers doing with their pants yesterday? - Yahoo Sports
- Rougned Odor and the Rangers wore baseball 'shorts' on the field -- is this a new fashion trend in MLB? - MLB.com
- Unpacking the Mystery of Donald Trump's Gigantic Khakis - Esquire.com
- He who wears the pants - Daily Sentinel
| What were the Rangers doing with their pants yesterday? - Yahoo Sports Posted: 03 Jun 2019 04:00 AM PDT   Rangers outfielder Hunter Pence has been wearing his uniform pants above his knees for a very long time. Indeed, five years ago he was even interviewed about that. When asked why he wore his pants over his knees he said, "I don't like it tugging on my knee when I'm running. I just got really comfortable with it and it feels good." It feels so good that he's apparently gotten some teammates to adopt the look as well. Get a load of Pence, Rougned Odor and Ronald Guzmán during yesterday's game against the Royals:
With the proviso that anyone can do what they want in this world as long as they ain't hurtin' anyone else, that looks really bad. I mean, it's fine with Pence because we're used to it and he sort of looks odd doing almost anything, so he gets a pass. But Odor and Guzmán look like your dad rolling up his jeans past his knees in order to get your fishing line unstuck from a branch about 15 yards offshore. I also wonder if they're not gonna get a letter from Joe Torre about it. Not necessarily just because it's an aesthetic crime, but because it might be interpreted as a effort to try to steal some low strikes and transform them into balls by causing the umps to misjudge the strike zone. I mean, umps shouldn't be using pant length to determine that — knees are knees no matter were you wear your trousers — but I bet a lot of them use the cuff as a reference point when the batter is wearing long socks and umps probably don't like this much.  |
| Posted: 02 Jun 2019 02:04 PM PDT  In late April, Indians slugger Carlos Santana made a statement by wearing his baseball pants in a way we don't see much anymore. They almost looked like shorts:
That's a look, alright. On Sunday, Rougned Odor and the Rangers were hosting the Royals in Arlington, and Odor followed Santana's lead with a fresh look of his own. Odor's pants were even more shorts-like:
He wasn't the only Ranger with this look on Sunday afternoon. Hunter Pence, who's known to wear his socks pretty high, did so again as well. His weren't quite as extreme as Odor's though:  Ignoring the fact that these aren't actually real shorts, but are instead a pants-and-socks hybrid, this is a fresh look indeed. Adrian Garro joined MLB.com in 2016. Throughout his travels, both Bartolo Colon and Vin Scully have placed their hands on his shoulders. Not at the same time, though. That'd be amazing. Teams in this article:Players in this article:Topics in this article: |
| Unpacking the Mystery of Donald Trump's Gigantic Khakis - Esquire.com Posted: 03 Jun 2019 08:18 AM PDT We're in a golden age of men's pants. There's never been a better time, at least in recent memory, to try out a new style—especially when it comes to more voluminous fits. More on that in a moment, but now you know the basics of the situation. Want to take a guess at who might have missed this Very Important Style Memo? Do you even need to guess? Probably not. Because, yeah, it's Donald Trump. This is, after all, a man who staunchly refuses to reign in his overlong tie (which he at one point held together with tape) because he seems to believe that dangling the tip of it over his crotch makes one look slimmer. Maybe, in his mind, there's just a big, blinking neon sign that reads "The Longer the Better." Or something? It sure seems that way, because this past weekend in Virginia, Dear Leader took to the stage at McClean Bible Church wearing a pair of chinos that stretched on forever.  Even for someone who prefers a more traditional pair of pants—i.e., a longer, wider leg and a full break on the hem—these chinos just don't fit. The hem is dragging on the ground, liable to get caught underneath the heels of his shoes (which I'm almost certain are golf cleats, by the way). That's not some sort of advanced style move; it's just a mistake. Why is Donnie the Elder wearing his pants this way? Does he believe, as with his ties, that they're more slimming? Is he convinced he's taller than he actually is? We may never know. Instead of unpacking this mystery, then, let's focus on what we can understand. Which brings me back to the golden age of men's pants. After years of slim fits reigning supreme, there are now a bunch of great options for guys who prefer a little more room to move. The key thing with these styles, as opposed to Trump's gigantic pair of khakis, is that they actually, you know, fit. "Bigger" doesn't need to mean "too big for your body." Take this pair of AMI chinos, for instance. The wider thigh tapers down to a slimmer ankle, providing a little balance. It's definitely an advanced style move, but it's an intentional one that won't leave your hems to be shredded by your shoes.  Or, you could just opt for a pair of slim-fit chinos that look great on pretty much everyone. Nothing wrong with sticking with a modern classic.  The call is yours to make. Just remember what a certain other president might opt for.  |
| He who wears the pants - Daily Sentinel Posted: 03 Jun 2019 09:08 AM PDT  Herb Day Contributing columnist I grew up in a time when men were men and women were women, and I suppose I received a strong helping of "machoism" that has not always served me well. As the years have passed and the world's complexion has changed, wearing the "He-Man" armor has become increasingly taxing. Idols of my day were Superman, John Wayne, The Marlboro Man, Johnny Cash, The Fonz (from "Happy Days"), Elvis and, well, you get the idea. Like the story about the frog in the water that slowly graduated to a boil, changes in my machoism began transformation about the time my children came along. I found myself changing diapers, pushing strollers, talking baby jibber-jabber, allowing the kids to mess up my hair and finding interest in, and discussing with other parents, which baby foods caused the least amount of intestinal irritation for the little tikes. The day finally came when the subtle changes in who I was hit a dead end. While at a local mall, my wife, desiring to try on clothing or some such activity, handed me her purse. Just then, earth shattering screams of sirens filled my head, overwhelming bursts of white flashing lights blinded my eyes and suddenly I found myself morphing into a ninja warrior evaporating from view, hiding behind planters, kiosks or stealthily posing as a mannequin, anything to avoid the ultimate embarrassment of holding my wife's purse, any purse, in the middle of a busy mall. In my mind I imagined the roaring laughter to come, the taunting of other macho-ites (I am certain that is not a word) such as myself with a finger of disapproval pointing in my direction as they walked by. Don't ask me why, but for some reason I cared. Of course, none of that happened. But, in my imagination it was all so real. All which answers a lot of questions about my mental condition, then and now. In a fraction of a flash, I would disappear, and my unsuspecting wife's purse would crash to the floor. Of course, I would pay for such disrespect and my uncaring nature on the drive home later. Time has a way of changing things though. This "macho man" loved to hunt. My greatest love was hunting rabbits. I suspected something was wrong when my aim began to be off and I was missing more shots than I was hitting. I knew I was finished the day I injured a bunny and tearfully scooped him (I think it was a him) up and raced him to the veterinarian. But it didn't end there. I began not only liking, but I found yard sales to be irresistible. Previously, the 3rd Battalion of McArthur's Army could not have forced me to visit a yard sale. Just when I prayed nature would have mercy on me, I discovered I could no longer pound my fist on the table demanding to be fed. Instead, I began to find joy in cooking. I could hear the board of directors of the International Machoism Organization of the Universe discussing the revocation of my Man Card. Fast forward. Now, the things that were so bothersome back then make me tired. Maybe it's age, maybe it's maturity or maybe it's irregularity, but I like to cook, I like to hunt with binoculars rather than a shotgun, I love going to yard sales, garage sales and flea markets, and yes, I will hold my wife's purse while she shops. In fact, recently, while holding my wife's purse in a local store, someone commented how nicely the purse matched my boots. Rather than being embarrassed, I found a full-length mirror and nodded in agreement, "Yeah, this is a nice look!" Should I be worried? I don't think so. I remember a wise old man's advice from long ago when he said, "Don't sweat the petty stuff … and don't pet the sweaty stuff." I was never sure about what the second half of that advice meant though. Herb Day is a longtime local radio personality and singer-musician. You can email him at HEKAMedia@yahoo.com and follow his work at www.HerbDayVoices.com. Herb Day Contributing columnist  |
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