I think a lot about the sweet left-handed Rawlings baseball glove that my parents bought me when I was a kid.
It looked just like this picture.
It was not one of those cheap-o ones like I have now.
On rare occasions Dad and I would play catch in the yard.
Dad had a blonde colored glove.
It was cool, but not left-handed.
I let Eddie borrow my glove one time.
He was left-handed, too.
Never saw it again.
I’m still bitter about it.
Oh and Eddie’s sister was annoying.