Leather Face

Trickle-Down Economics - Last night was the first time in thirty years I played a baseball or softball game with a different glove. I was fifteen and Ronald Reagan was President (and George Brett was King) the last time a tried a different glove. It was strange and uncomfortable to say the least. I was playing first base and the thought of my "broken" in glove not collapsing around the ball was a little uneasy. I missed two ground balls that old faithful would have easily swallowed whole. It is not a stretch to say my glove made me look & play better than I am.

By A Thread - To make matters worse, the glove broke during warm-ups. For well over a year I knew the glove could go any time. One more grounder, one more throw, one more line drive. The webbing of the glove was being held by a single/tattered leather thread. Why would I have thought the timing would ever be good? Why wouldn't I just go get it fixed before it broke? Why would I wait for the inevitable to happen, why wouldn't I save the pain? Why...you ask. Because that's what I do.

Leather Cobbler - My friend told me about a shoe repair shop that advertises glove repair. It will be fixed. I could buy another one (or use one of the six or so I have laying around my garage/basement) but I don't have the time to properly break-in a new one. Besides, the memories are worth more wearing it than any skill or joy I find in using it. So my Rawlings-wing tip-fastback-edgeUbated heel-brooks robinson-xfcb17-cbl09 will survive this. It's the least I can do after thirty years of faithful service.