I still have my Brooks Robinson three-finger glove from little league. I’ve relaced it twice over the last 40 years. Fits me like a glove (ha!). I wish I still had opportunity to use it.
I still have my Brooks Robinson three-finger glove from little league. I’ve relaced it twice over the last 40 years. Fits me like a glove (ha!). I wish I still had opportunity to use it.
Saddle soap. Someone told me to use saddle soap. I did. I still have my Hank Aaron model glove (also the first one I had) and Joe speaks the truth. I don't know if the saddle soap did anything other than have a placebo effect. It made me feel good that I was doing *something* to speed up the process ... even though the process really was just what Joe described. Over and over and over again. And Dad, who really didn't care all that much about baseball, but, did because his kid did ... told me over and over and over ... just keep at it. Eventually it got there. And then a dog got it and tore off the pinkie. I got a new one ... a first baseman's mitt. I repeated the process over and over and over. And now my youngest uses it and it's an almost perfect mitt. He just has to wait about 30-35 years before his sentimentality makes it perfect.
My wife saw Dear Evan Hansen a few months ago and her detailed beat-by-beat plot breakdown did not include any mention of this scene for some reason. I am now questioning her reliability.
My first glove was handed down from my Dad and was probably overbroken in as well. Then on my birthday before my first year of organised baseball I received a new glove. I refused to wear it because I couldn't close it and it didn't feel familiar like the old floppy glove of my Dad's. Shaving cream with a ball and tied with string was the routine and endless hours on the couch and at the dinner table slamming a ball into the pocket. Managed to have a functional glove for opening day, but it must have been a couple of years before it was broken in enough to stop bringing that floppy glove as a back up.
The greatest Christmas present I ever received was when I was 11 years old. It was a brand-new Wilson A2000 that my parents absolutely couldn't afford at that time in our lives. I went out that morning in 30-degree weather to play catch with my dad. IIRC, I could barely stand to wait and open the rest of my presents before going outside.
I used that glove through Little League, middle school, high school and legion ball. I'm 39 years old now and I still use it for softball. It's in as good of shape as ever. Give me a couple more years and I'll have it broken in just right.
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I still have my Brooks Robinson three-finger glove from little league. I’ve relaced it twice over the last 40 years. Fits me like a glove (ha!). I wish I still had opportunity to use it.
I still have my Brooks Robinson three-finger glove from little league. I’ve relaced it twice over the last 40 years. Fits me like a glove (ha!). I wish I still had opportunity to use it.
Saddle soap. Someone told me to use saddle soap. I did. I still have my Hank Aaron model glove (also the first one I had) and Joe speaks the truth. I don't know if the saddle soap did anything other than have a placebo effect. It made me feel good that I was doing *something* to speed up the process ... even though the process really was just what Joe described. Over and over and over again. And Dad, who really didn't care all that much about baseball, but, did because his kid did ... told me over and over and over ... just keep at it. Eventually it got there. And then a dog got it and tore off the pinkie. I got a new one ... a first baseman's mitt. I repeated the process over and over and over. And now my youngest uses it and it's an almost perfect mitt. He just has to wait about 30-35 years before his sentimentality makes it perfect.
My wife saw Dear Evan Hansen a few months ago and her detailed beat-by-beat plot breakdown did not include any mention of this scene for some reason. I am now questioning her reliability.
My first glove was handed down from my Dad and was probably overbroken in as well. Then on my birthday before my first year of organised baseball I received a new glove. I refused to wear it because I couldn't close it and it didn't feel familiar like the old floppy glove of my Dad's. Shaving cream with a ball and tied with string was the routine and endless hours on the couch and at the dinner table slamming a ball into the pocket. Managed to have a functional glove for opening day, but it must have been a couple of years before it was broken in enough to stop bringing that floppy glove as a back up.
Here you go again, Joe, making me all teary eyed first thing in the morning.
The greatest Christmas present I ever received was when I was 11 years old. It was a brand-new Wilson A2000 that my parents absolutely couldn't afford at that time in our lives. I went out that morning in 30-degree weather to play catch with my dad. IIRC, I could barely stand to wait and open the rest of my presents before going outside.
I used that glove through Little League, middle school, high school and legion ball. I'm 39 years old now and I still use it for softball. It's in as good of shape as ever. Give me a couple more years and I'll have it broken in just right.