This photograph is a real turn on for me. Cool, cool water. When we headed to Gulliver's Field for an afternoon of baseball, we always dragged along a couple of old 2 gallon, glass vinegar jugs for water. Mom always had them around, left over from the previous fall's canning run. The jugs, filled to the brim with ice, cold H2O, were always a welcomed sight, after an especially long, dusty, dry inning. The metal and plastic water bottles of today were just somebody's pipe dream. Usually, the N- boys were responsible to make sure the jugs made it to the benches for the cool repast between innings. But beware, some of the guys you didn't want to follow in the quench line. They had a history of backwash, if you know what I mean. If you were one of the first to drink, that was good. Your chances of seeing bits and pieces of a recently chomped on peanut butter and jelly sandwich were greatly reduced. Well, at least till next inning. Play ball!