A Case For Dressing Like The Boys Of The Sandlot
A wardrobe that epitomizes summertime and boyhood.
By David Kobe
Published
Soft Focus is a monthly column about how clothes make a movie. For each installment, David explores how wardrobe contributes to a film’s impact, mis-en-scene, and culture at large.
I probably saw 1993’s The Sandlot directed by David Mickey Evans, for the first time somewhere in the middle of the steroid era… Let’s say 2001.
In the 2000s, ESPN told me that baseball players were cheaters and liars, and I’d eat my breakfast patiently waiting for Stuart Scott to get through dissections of The Mitchell Report and highlights of congressional testimony so I could see 15-second flashes of an Allen Iverson crossover or a Vince Carter tomahawk.
Baseball felt “serious” and old-timey. It was something my Grandfather, who was a bat boy for the Chicago White Sox and a proud owner of a Babe Ruth-signed baseball, might yammer on about. I wouldn’t understand a single word. I thought, rather naively, that baseball was not as expressive a game as the sports that dominated my interest as a kid– football and basketball.