Some days ago I was talking with Josh about baseball, and the subject came up that I needed a new glove. Reason being, my old glove had seemed forever lost.
He, however, was convinced that it was at his house. And today at the Albani's party, I saw for the first time in more than a year my beloved, brown baseball glove in all it's floppy, moldy splendor! Yes, splendor I say!
You see, I have centimental ties to this glove. I found it under a rock on the old church property (pity the poor chap that left it there) and it served me faithfully for about five years. It had been left out in rainstorms, snowstorms, you name the circumstance and this glove has probably survived it. And now it still fits me like, well, a glove; and I plan on using it again long into the future.
It might be a good Idea to take it to one of those leather-fixing people, though.
Guess what I've decided that "M" stands for now.Mold, lol.
1 comments:
I'm so glad you have your old (and I do mean old) glove back. I hope it can be repaired and cleaned. Play ball!
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