This article made me feel the warmth, fun, and freedom of being a fun-loving Bugs Bunny fan playing youth baseball in the 50s and 60s. We would jump on our bikes, slide our gloves on our handlebars, stick baseball cards on our spokes, and noisily ride to the local field to play pick-up baseball games. Afterwards, I'd go to a warm home, and on Thursdays, we'd eat cheeseburgers on TV trays and watch The Flintstones. We didn't have much money, but I thought I had it made as long as we could have a TV and eat cheeseburgers every Thursday!
Many times, my two boys, now almost 40, asked me to describe life in the 50s. Of course, there was much more to life than a Bugs Bunny cartoon, but that one cartoon did capture a memorable cultural moment for this young chubby baseball player who played happily until my body said no more at 23!
Wow, an analytical dissection of Bugs Bunny AND baseball... and bullies who get their comeuppance. I see Mr. Frommer is working on a treatise about 1970s baseball. Please, Frederic, spend inordinate time on the 1970s Cubs. The long hair. The antics. Those rain delays. Billy Williams, Rick Monday, José Cardinal. Who else could slam through the ivy into a brick wall and come out smiling? We didn't care if they lost. Every bit as entertaining as Baseball Bugs.
Thanks for a wonderful tribute to the genius of Bugs Bunny and his creators. And it was refreshing to learn more about the history of baseball in this context So nice to read something uplifting and entertaining after the usual gloom and doom of politics these days! Thanks again!
I suspect the popularity of kids chomping on carrots grew exponentially in that era, too! We are certainly experiencing a new era of Looney Tunes, that history will look back on in disbelief, but it is not a cartoon .... Well, maybe it is (South Park)!
This article made me feel the warmth, fun, and freedom of being a fun-loving Bugs Bunny fan playing youth baseball in the 50s and 60s. We would jump on our bikes, slide our gloves on our handlebars, stick baseball cards on our spokes, and noisily ride to the local field to play pick-up baseball games. Afterwards, I'd go to a warm home, and on Thursdays, we'd eat cheeseburgers on TV trays and watch The Flintstones. We didn't have much money, but I thought I had it made as long as we could have a TV and eat cheeseburgers every Thursday!
Many times, my two boys, now almost 40, asked me to describe life in the 50s. Of course, there was much more to life than a Bugs Bunny cartoon, but that one cartoon did capture a memorable cultural moment for this young chubby baseball player who played happily until my body said no more at 23!
Wow, an analytical dissection of Bugs Bunny AND baseball... and bullies who get their comeuppance. I see Mr. Frommer is working on a treatise about 1970s baseball. Please, Frederic, spend inordinate time on the 1970s Cubs. The long hair. The antics. Those rain delays. Billy Williams, Rick Monday, José Cardinal. Who else could slam through the ivy into a brick wall and come out smiling? We didn't care if they lost. Every bit as entertaining as Baseball Bugs.
Thanks for a wonderful tribute to the genius of Bugs Bunny and his creators. And it was refreshing to learn more about the history of baseball in this context So nice to read something uplifting and entertaining after the usual gloom and doom of politics these days! Thanks again!
I suspect the popularity of kids chomping on carrots grew exponentially in that era, too! We are certainly experiencing a new era of Looney Tunes, that history will look back on in disbelief, but it is not a cartoon .... Well, maybe it is (South Park)!
This wonderfully written story was a very welcome diversion from the rest of today's very depressing news.
Thank you!