Pardon My English? But Is That Pitcher Speaking Hualapai to The Catcher?

December 11, 2025

   Certain atmospheric scenes attract me and when that happens I get rather anal about it and do multiple takes on the geothermal rendering of it. 

   On one side is civility. On the other—is everything else.

Daily Whip Out: "El Divisadero"

   And, I still like to warm up with the loosey goosey.

Daily Whip Out: "Roses For The Lady"

   Here are two of the very zaniest Hualapais you could ever meet, circa 1964:

Nay and Squibe Nish

   It was Nay Nish who was catching in a MCUHS away baseball game at Peoria, Arizona. On the mound was this fast ball throwin', groovy cat:

Philbert Watahomogie

   Instead of finger signs that 99.9% of baseball catchers use to determine what the next pitch should be (fast ball, curve, slider, bean ball. . .) the two Hualapais merely conversed in their Native tongue, rather loudly, which unnerved the Peoria leadoff man, who stepped out of the batter's box and said to the homeplate umpire, "Can they do that?" We laughed all the way back to Kingman. And Philbert struck him out, to boot. So there.

"Do the French say, 'Pardon my English' before they swear?"

—Old Vaquero Question

"To achieve great things, two things are needed: a plan and not quite enough time."
—Leonard Bernstein