Hit a Woman with a Bat - It's Classy to send Flowers

"Whatever happened to class?" asked a low-class character in the musical "Chicago."

We see almost none of it in our daily lives. Just selfies, bad manners, entitlement, piracy and praise for craven con-artists like Julian Assange and Kim Dotcom.

There's also violence everywhere. Aside from pushing and shoving in stores, on the bus and everywhere else, there's the threat of violence in every glower from a stranger, every sudden lunge from a dog on a too-long leash, every breath you take.

Go to the stadium to see a baseball game? You can get hit by a foul ball. Or, if the bat breaks, a chunk of it can fly into the stands and smack you in the head.

This happened last week to a 30-something lady.

So, in a world of random violence and rampant selfishness, let's remind everyone what "CLASSY" is.

There you are.

The guy whose bat accidentally hit the woman...sent flowers.

People also send flowers for no reason at all. To celebrate any minor birthday, promotion, or good news. People send flowers as a gag, with some insulting card. Sending flowers is NO BIG DEAL.

In this era, the mere sending of fucking FLOWERS AND A CARD, has now been elevated to "classy."

I'm not putting down the baseball player. He could've done nothing!

His lawyer could've said, "Don't send flowers, it's an admission of guilt. You're gonna be sued!"

But I think it's not THAT classy, that this becomes a publicity story.

It's not THAT classy, that the guy apparently hasn't tried to even phone the woman. (The story doesn't say, "He tried to call her, but she's still out cold.")

At best, it was a simple gesture that one would EXPECT to be made. Now it's elevated to CLASSY.

The response at the hospital room?

""Brett, they are the only ones by her side, On behalf of her family, we thank you for this lovely arrangement. You brought a smile to her face, the fragrance fills the room and she thinks of her garden. We accept these flowers and appreciate thoughts and prayers, we ask all fans across this country that you continue to pray for a full recovery.”

I guess when you hold the door for a stranger, it's CLASSY now. When you give your neighbor a letter that was accidentally put in your letter box, it's CLASSY. When you walk out of the house clothed, it's CLASSY.

I know. This was NOT a classy post. I should've gone along with the masses and declared Brett to be CLASSY, and left it at that.

Instead I wonder why he didn't call. He's a very rich man, he could also have hopped a plane and made a visit.

I wonder how expensive that bouquet was (it doesn't look like much, does it?), and why it didn't come with the usual added nonsense of a stuffed teddy bear or maybe a brand new iWatch to count the hours to recovery.

The average baseball player in America usually makes a minimum of a half a million, and if he's any good at all, he'll sign a deal worth three million for a year, or seven million for two, etc. etc.

At least he didn't send her a bonsai tree. "Brett, thank you for that expensive little tree. The wood smell reminds her of the bat that smacked into her skull. She is so grateful to have gotten her name in the papers, and her photo, too. She also apologizes for not paying closer attention to the game and putting her hands up in time to deflect the bat."

CLASS dismissed.