Yesterday was the birthday of Jackie Robinson, the first black man to play for the MLB since the 1880's. And yeah, I didn't know anyone came before Jackie Robinson either. But someone did and his name was Moses Fleetwood and apparently, some douchecanoe golden boy named Cap Anson had a problem with this and helped make it so that we didn't see another black man in the major leagues until Branch Rickey decided to look for a few good (black) men wherever they may be.
Well boo on Cap Anson because I've never heard of his racist behind until today while everyone and their mama knows who Jackie Robinson is, or at least I hope they do. If somehow you haven't heard of Jackie Robinson, there's a biopic set for release on the 101st anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic called 42.
And uhm, I really want that blue argyle sweater little Jackie is wearing in that trailer, okay? Also, check out little man's saddle shoes in the header pic after you get done taking in your fill of the glorious Rachel Robinson. Did you know that after Jackie retired, Rachel went into nursing? She became an Assistant Profession at Yale's nursing school and later went on to become the Director of Nursing at the Connecticut Mental Health Center. Wanna bet Jackie beamed with the same price Rachel showed him during his years with the MLB?
That's love, baby.
Speaking of black folks in love, check out the tumblr where I found that beautiful pic of Jackie, Rachel, and Jackie Jr, Love Letter To Sepia.