The Cleats

Geez you'd think I'd robbed a bank for all the inquiries I've had about the baseball cleats.  Here's the back story. It 98' I was working on a new FOX sit com called "Living in Captivity." For years there has been a Show Biz softball league and our cast and crew signed up.  We were playing our first game and I was up to bat.  Contrary to many opinions (Eddie Heaton RU listening?) I'm not a jock.  I was a member of GAA (girls athletic assoc) in high school...the keys words..high school..some FORTY years ago but that was because all my friends were and 6th period was just a laugh for all of us. ANYWAY, I swung the bat and saw the ball sail over the head of the shortstop which meant I got a hit. Giddy with excitement I turned to run and fell flat on my face. I was wearing sneakers. If you have ever watched pro ball you'll notice that when a player goes back to the dug out after a strikeout no one says anything to them.  So even in a "friendly" softball game that tradition remains. Humiliated beyond belief (I mean Diane English was there!) I clamored to my feet and painfully walked back to the dugout. As I was trying to clean the blood and sand mixture from my kneecap sans any whining, actor George Wyner (look him up on IMDB) leaned over and whispered, "Cleats." I bought a pair the next day but rarely played again. Why did they remain in my closest?  Not a clue.