Most people think of the '70's and remember things like Chico and the Man, Watergate, Sonny and Cher, Disco, Cheech and Chong, Saturday Night Live, the Big Red Machine and Yankees, pet rocks, Steve Martin, platform shoes, The Brady Bunch, gasoline rationing, Billy Beer, Fonzie, Sigmund the Sea Monster, the '75 World Series, wide-collared polyester leisure suits, and of course, mood rings.

Each and every one of those people and things are special to our hearts as well as yours. But no one, absolutely no one, will ever forget or surpass ...the King.

Elvis. Not just any Elvis, but Elvis Aron Presley. The Viva Las Vegas, scarf tossing, mutton chop, karate kicking Elvis. The one and only King of Rock-n-Roll. And in the mid 70's, the FAT Elvis.

In our own warped little way, the Fat Elvis Baseball Collective would like to pay homage to the man who made rock-n-roll what it is today. A man, who like all others to follow him, couldn't help but get wrapped up in the drugs and sex that go along with rock music. But he was still Elvis. Still the king. There have been years of "Elvis Sightings". We can only hope that these are true. That he's still alive. Elvis, wherever you are, God bless you.