“I went to get a baseball glove…”
When I was little, as long as the weather wasn’t too bad, my dad and I would go to the schoolyard across the street for whatever outdoor activity I was up to at the moment: soccer, baseball, riding a bike, and later hockey. I don’t remember this George Brett glove, nor, for that matter, do I even know who George Brett is today! But when I was eight, that printed on signature really meant something to me. My second glove had a Bo Jackon “signature” and was also “guineuine leathe”. I do like the disembodied arm that threw the ball that I or possibly George Brett is catching.
