Just some found images about heroes. This is in my neighborhood, from a company more known for its politically-themed ads:
And a close-up:
The next one is a photo of the statue outside the Brooklyn Cyclones' ballpark in Coney Island. It depicts a moment between Jackie Robinson and Pee Wee Reese. Pee Wee was the team captain and son of the South. Jackie was the first black player in the majors, who suffered incredibly racist taunts from fans wherever he went.
The statue commemorates a moment both public and private. The story goes that in Cincinnati, the northernmost Southern city, Jackie was standing on the field enduring the invective of the crowd with his customary quiet grace. Pee Wee stood next to his teammate and put his arm on Jackie's shoulder in a show of support. The crowd quieted in shame. If Pee Wee of all people can accept him, how can the crowd him?
The specific moment may well be apocryphal, but the legacy of these two men is not. Shortly after the Brooklyn ballpark was announced, so was this statue. There's something about the statue that I really like. The temptation of baseball monuments is to capture the subject in action (hitting a home run, throwing a pitch), or in a moment of triumph. This is more of the latter, but a wholly different kind of triumph.
Then there are these two, the sort of politicians as super-heroes:
And finally, this t-shirt is by fan favorite Alex Ross. No pressure or anything, Mr. President-elect:
But come on. Why couldn't Ross use the proper O?
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