Comments on: But Like My Leather You Butta Soft

By: NYYfan22

NYYfan22 — Fri, 20 May 2011 21:54:13 +0000

I’m a dad of two. My son is 7 and my daughter, 5. They both love baseball–a natural extension of my wife and me loving baseball, I suppose. My son is in his second season of tee ball (coach pitch). Next year is the big time.

We upgraded him to a bigger glove this season, and we’ve oiled it up a few times to really loosen it up, since I’m trying to get him wrapped around the mechanics of catching the ball. It’s a tough thing to explain–and really, it was just a matter of getting him to move in front of the ball, instead of flinching away.

I’m happy to report that he’s catching really well. And let me tell you — there’s nothing more pleasing to me than having a catch with my boy on the front lawn while the evening sun filters through the maples. I get emotional just thinking about it. A few weeks ago, he said, “Dad? When I’m grown up, will you come over and have a catch with my son?” I certainly hope so..

By: BronxToCT

BronxToCT — Fri, 20 May 2011 21:26:31 +0000

I play catch with my daughter with the same glove I got when I was her current age — 15. That’s (gulp) 42 years ago. Spaulding. Johnny Callison model. Wonder Web. Made in the USA.

By: ms october

ms october — Fri, 20 May 2011 18:36:52 +0000

i was pretty obsessive with my gloves.
i couldn’t even imagine losing it.
i had my darryl strawberry red glove for many, many years. i loved that thing. it was broken in perfectly, it really felt like an extension of my hand. i liked my glove to be really flexible which i guess made sense as a ss.
never did anything fancy with it though, like oiling it up – just left the ball in it and put it in its little place in the closet.

By: Alex Belth

Alex Belth — Fri, 20 May 2011 18:18:08 +0000

I think I lost one each year.

By: Jon DeRosa

Jon DeRosa — Fri, 20 May 2011 18:10:39 +0000

A big disconnect for me and my dad was how we viewed our gloves. I loved mine, but in a rag-doll, tattered blanket kind of way. I wasn’t interested in keeping it alive forever or taking care of it obsessively. Meanwhile, my dad was using the same glove from he was young.

A kind way to put it is that it was a generational thing. But really it was the ignorance of youth and knowing I’d always get a new one if needed. A spoiled brat thing is the less kind, more accurate way to put it.

I would leave it around, misplace it, all kinds of careless crap and it drove him crazy. But I paid the price, lost my favorite glove once – best one I ever had, and never found it.