It's Here Somewhere

Somewhere in my hoarder's nightmare is my old faithful official Texas Rangers hat. But I can't find it.  I still have my "players only" Polo shirt that I got from a Rangers employee when I ran Big Daddy's on Eastchase Parkway. (I used to be Steve Buchelle's personal Wine Consultant). But, I can't find my freaking official team hat!!

I know I put it in with the important stuff when I moved from Hurst back to The South40 way back when, but all the boxes I've searched that haven't already been unpacked long ago are sans Rangers hat.

I'm not a nubie Rangers fan. Just one that has been beaten down over time. I feel a bit like Randy Quaid. Not the "I'm seeking asylum in Canada on the run from Dog The Bounty Hunter" Randy, the "guy in the outfield bleachers in Major League 2" Randy.

Claws and antlers, Baby!