Come with me, won’t you? Come back with me to the early moments of the radio broadcast of Game 5 of the 1948 World Series between the Braves and the Indians …
There was a time — Gentleman Mel Allen’s time, for instance — when you could indulge in the metaphors that you have just heard, even go on at some length within the captive embrace of the metaphors that you have just heard. But our timepieces say that time has passed.
There are things you may no longer do, like smoke in the operating room or slap the children of strangers or get pregnant in an above-ground pool.
You also may not make the metaphors that you have just heard, at least while anyone is listening.