Take me out to the ballgame
Take me out to the crowd
Buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks . . .
blah blah blah
Seventh inning stretch. That's the first thing I think of when I think of Nuts. I don't know why. Maybe because I grew up in Anaheim and was a California Angels FANatic!! I was in love with Rick Reichardt, the left fielder. I was maybe 12 years old. Total tomboy. I would go to the games like 3 hours early so I could see every second of batting practice, imagining that all the players knew I was their biggest fan. Thank goodness, I eventually grew out of that. (By the way, the California Angels will NEVER be the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim - - that is an idiotic name and totally NUTS!)
But now when I think of Nuts I think of things like One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, or the same Jack Nicholson in the Shining . . . "heeeeeere's Johnny." Creepy NUTS! Or the guy we sometimes see in our neighborhood walking in the middle of the street spewing crazy nutty unintelligible things. Definitely creepy Nuts.