The boys of summer - Is that still politically correct?

At work today, my friend Aaron and I decided that we both wanted to play baseball this year.
I played a few years back with Ali's old co-workers, but she's since moved on, and now that I'm %95 percent fixed up from surgery, I think it's time to get back into the swing of things. No pun intended...
We decided to put out a list to gauge interest, and so far about seven people have signed up. It will be a mixed team, but I actually prefer these because it's not as competitive.
There's something about summertime and playing baseball. I rarely watch baseball on t.v. and can't stand to go to a Winnipeg Goldeyes game, but I enjoy playing. Maybe it's a chance to get out my aggression when I'm batting.
I used to play in a rec league in Calgary, and it was more of a beer fest than a baseball game. Our manager would pull out a huge cooler full of beer, charge $1 a piece, and if you didn't have money, he'd run a tab. A tab at a ball diamond!! How redneck is that?
Speaking of Calgary, there are a few things I miss about living there. I enjoyed seeing the mountains everyday. I miss my cousin, who is more like a big sister. I miss my friends. I miss the "battle of Alberta" in football and hockey.
I don't miss my first small apartment, which was hardly big enough for me and my cardboard box (which also doubled as my night table). I don't miss everyone who wore a Stetson cowboy hat during Stampede week (real cowboys excluded). Only certain people can pull a cowboy hat off.
Going back to my apartment, after Ali moved in with me, I never realized how important it was to have luxury items like pots/pans, a kitchen table, and she was right - my posters really were hideous on the walls!!
I honestly have to say, every bachelor's apartment needs a woman's touch. Just don't be present when she's throwing out all your stuff.