a good glove gets old…

Whack!

Funny how it still fits my hand

after so many years,

I remember the stitching

and the thick pad at my palm.

It’s a “Rickey Henderson” glove,

I forgot the name.

The thing is,

a good glove gets old

but it’s still good,

the whack of a line drive

in the pocket

still sounds big,

you whack your hand

into the pocket

ten thousand times,

and the last one

still feels good,

and when my son,

a man now,

says “Dad, here’s your glove,”

he means:

“Here’s the glove

you let me use

a couple times

instead of my kid glove,

I always wanted

to have this glove,

and now I do,

but you can use it

for a while…

it’s still yours.”

August 17, 2024

your grandson probably can throw better than you…

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Old Friends (book review)

Tracy Kidder tells truth about old age…

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