AboutIt’s always happy hour when Patti and Pottymouth talk baseball. Over the course of their almost two-decade friendship, they’ve watched many a game over many a beer, yelling at the screen or the field, but never at each other. Growing up with this model of civil society, their respective children have learned to love or at least tolerate the sport, and swear like sailors. Patti and Pottymouth are passionate about baseball and the people who play it, celebrate the good, the great, and the surprising, and unleash righteous indignation whenever necessary. They might even teach you some fun facts, some history, and some math and science along the way. Sometimes Pottymouth sings. Sometimes Patti lies with exact figures. What’s not to like about two women of a certain age, with reading glasses, and strong opinions about baseball?
Patti grew up in Cleveland, where she learned to say, “Just wait until next year” before she could walk. Her love for the sports underdog was so keenly developed that when she heard Mr. Smith say “lost causes are the only ones worth fighting for,” she thought he was talking about the Cleveland Baseball Team. The Cleveland Baseball Team broke her heart year after year, but provided her with her first baseball boyfriend, Omar Vizquel. After moving to Washington, DC, she married a third baseman (defense is sexy!), and then gave birth to one. Her child is named for Camden Yards, home of the Baltimore Orioles. Lucky for the kid to be born before baseball’s return to DC, or they might have gone with “Natitude.”
Pottymouth developed her love of baseball, and the language she uses to describe it, in the bleachers of Fenway Park. Growing up as a Red Sox fan in the Dark Ages, she lived the “There’s always next year!” motto throughout her formative baseball-watching years. She learned from her first baseball boyfriend, Carlton Fisk, that if you just wave strong enough, the ball will stay fair. After the birth of her daughter in 2001, the 2004 Red Sox World Series championship was the 2nd most hopeful and transformative event of her life. As a transplant to the D.C. area, Pottymouth has slowly warmed up to the Nationals as her B-team, and is a proud season ticket holder. Pottymouth is married to another life-long diehard Red Sox fan who lovingly tolerates her tendency to shout profanities at the screen during televised games.