No Title (Tijuana trading cards...), 2001
Perhaps more mainstream and overtly anti-hero are the baseball players in Pettibon’s world. As an avid fan of the sport and its many side stories, the ballplayers often lead to the darker and sometimes mythical side of professional sports. In No Title (Tijuana trading cards...), 2001, we see perhaps the sad reality of a faded star now removed from the big leagues in America to South of the border. Drunk and lewd, there is an acknowledgement of glory or the prospect of pure athletic prowess to shine once again. On deck and waiting to bat, the player asks ‘Christ! What have I done to rate a god-blasted curve like that?’ acknowledging that his old persona still resonates within other players. However, we can see in the image that the downward journey to the leagues south of the border has played on his vices. Drunk, with tobacco dip dribbling off his chin and exposed, a jeer rings out from the crowd ‘Sober up Jocko’ competing with the supportive taunts that ‘the pitcher’s got a rubber arm.’ We are confronted in the image with the feeling of being at the game and the site of faded glory in players, our past heroes, who have lingered in their twilight just a bit too long. The exploits and scandals of players like Wade Boggs, Bernie Carbo, Kyle Farnsworth and the infamous Dock Ellis (who once pitched a nohitter while on LSD) are called to mind. Ellis, like the others, went on to falter under the pressures of drink and drugs while spiraling out of the big leagues. These stories, while tragic, also bore the magic of infamy of a not too distant past where things seemed less constrained and the status of an athlete and rock star could be one in the same.