My first glove was a hand-me-down Rawlings from my clever high school sweetheart who is now my husband. He gave it to me in college when he got a new one for himself. I should have known what he was doing since I never even watched baseball back then. He slowly turned me into the girl that is counting 43 days till pitchers and catchers!
great story
Her name was Debbie. 
Oh! First glove! 
Oh! First glove! I came home from school after a junior high baseball game. I told my mother I hit a grand slam. She asked if anyone was on base.quote:Originally posted by sandlotmom:
My first glove was a hand-me-down Rawlings from my clever high school sweetheart who is now my husband. He gave it to me in college when he got a new one for himself. I should have known what he was doing since I never even watched baseball back then. He slowly turned me into the girl that is counting 43 days till pitchers and catchers!
My first glove was a good old Rawlings glove that was my dads when he was boy!
Of course I do! Since I couldn't make up my mind what position I wanted to play, [all of them!] rollerbladed all the way down flatbush ave [took about an hour] to the Sports Authority at the age of 12 and spent $30 of the money from working as a bag packer at ctown on a 12 inch outfielders rawlings glove. Used it till the age of 20. Our shortstop put a big hole in the palm with a dudley ball on one of her throws my senior year. How she did this when I used it as an expedient catcher's mitt for guys who threw low 80's is beyond me!!!
One summer was playing an informal softball game and a polish kid was in nyc for the summer to visit his granny for two months. The boy was right handed but no one told him to buy a glove for his left hand when he went to the store! So he bought a glove for a lefty. Once I figured out which was his natural throwing arm told him the bad news. He saw my glove with the big hole in the palm and offered $10 bucks for it. I agreed and told him to keep it till the day he dies even if he doesn't use it.
He came by every day to the park to play catch with us until he had to go back to poland. Was a pretty good ballplayer once we were done with him!!!
I bought myself another one just like it at the age of 19. For the $40 bucks paid for it, its been my best friend ever since. Speaking of which since I haven't played baseball in a few years let me go into my bag and get it out and get a whiff of that leather!!
One summer was playing an informal softball game and a polish kid was in nyc for the summer to visit his granny for two months. The boy was right handed but no one told him to buy a glove for his left hand when he went to the store! So he bought a glove for a lefty. Once I figured out which was his natural throwing arm told him the bad news. He saw my glove with the big hole in the palm and offered $10 bucks for it. I agreed and told him to keep it till the day he dies even if he doesn't use it.
He came by every day to the park to play catch with us until he had to go back to poland. Was a pretty good ballplayer once we were done with him!!! I bought myself another one just like it at the age of 19. For the $40 bucks paid for it, its been my best friend ever since. Speaking of which since I haven't played baseball in a few years let me go into my bag and get it out and get a whiff of that leather!!
I really don't remember my first glove, except my first memories of a glove is the one my step-father gave me about in 64 or 65. It was old and didn't have any laces! I don't know what happened to the old thing...I don't remember getting any shoestring catches in the darn thing either...the ball would go right through the fingers!
My first glove was made by a company called General. The wrist strap fastened like the top of your jeans, with that metal button thingy. I used to chew on that part. 