It's a naive domestic Burgundy without any breeding, but I think you'll be amused by its presumption.
-James Thurber (1894-1961), U.S. humorist, illustrator. Cartoon caption, in New Yorker (March 27, 1937).
The even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth
The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover,
Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank.
Conceives by idleness, and nothing teems
But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burrs,
Losing both beauty and utility.
-Said by Duke of Burgundy re. Greg Luzinski in all-crimson togs in William "Author" Shakespeare's Henry V, act 5, sc. 2, l. 48-53.
Phily.com has a funny review of the ill-fated Phillies uniform changes since moving to the Vet. Of special interest are the all-burgundy uniforms that were wore once and were so loathed that they were jettisoned.
And the sight of ballplayers who, from their caps to their spikes, resembled eggplants was rather amusing.
"Not to Greg Luzinski," recalled Larry Christenson, the Phils' starting pitcher that night. "We told him he looked like a giant grape, and he was pretty ticked off."
"[After the game] Luzinski peeled his off, threw it in the middle of the locker room, and said, 'We stunk. And these stink.' He told someone, I think it might have been [owner] Ruly Carpenter, that he'd rather be traded than have to wear those things again," Christenson said.