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This evening I was going through some papers that I had kept from my kids when they were in grade school. Below must have been a writing assignment, son was 11.

My special treasure would be my baseball glove.
This is important to me because it was my first baseball glove I ever used. I would always use my hand to catch a ball. I got this glove at my 5th or 6th birthday, it was brown and it fit me perfect also. But now it's way too small for me. I will keep this glove throughout my career so when I get to be a major league player I will show my kids the first glove I ever used. The glove is all fallen apart now. When I signed up for a league with my new glove, it made me feel good inside because I felt like I was a star picher. I ended up being the best kid in the league so maybe it was the glove that made me do great. I still am the best kid in a different league and I have a different glove.

Last year, at 19, my son got to choose a new glove at school, and chose custom embroidery, which of course is the orange tiger paw followed with the words Clemson Tigers.

The day he got it he called us to tell us it was so BEAUTIFUL that he was going to sleep with it that night.

Which brings me, to the conclusion, that little boys, big boys feel the same love for their new gloves. Big Grin

Please share your little boy/big boy story!
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TPM,
A nice story. Thanks for sharing it. Does Dave still have and treasure the old glove? I don't think catchers look at their gloves in the same manner as a position player or a pitcher. It is more of a tool or just a piece of necessary equipment. A new catcher’s mitt is a pain until it gets broken in and an old catcher’s mitt dies very quickly. A catcher’s mitt has a short “peak” life. My son goes through at least two and sometimes three a year. While he appreciates the protection afforded by all the catching equipment, I have only heard him comment about one....He thanked the “cup” on more than one occasion. Wink
Fungo
That story brought a smile to my face! My son (catcher) had a special glove, a "pudge" he'd gone through the ranks with. When he left for college, he handed it to me and told me to "save" it. That summer, while he re-habbed, he worked a baseball camp, with alot of inner city kids. He called me up one day, asked me to send it to him, it seems he'd decided it would be better to "pay it forward" instead of sticking it in a box somewhere. He said the hug he got was priceless.
Fungo,
Yes, he still has his first glove and a few others. Mine was the type that used a glove until it was falling apart and had to be replaced not repaired. He hated breaking in the new ones, so I thought, but maybe he just thought changing gloves would break Kharma. Big Grin

His dad also has kept his FIRST glove, a Phil Rizzuto model which is about 50 years old or older, not sure of age. My brother ia a doctor who works for a big insurance company, and had to do a physical on him many years ago. When he told Dave, we sent the glove to him and he contacted PR and asked if he could sign it, which he did.
I don't have his first glove but I have the first ball we played catch with regularly. it was an old orioles keepsake type ball orange and white. Now the seams are torn and the ball is quite beat up but I have it in one of those suovenier ball holders on my dresser and to me it is more valuable than any autographed ball to me.
My son had an old glove that he loved. He got it when he was 13 and was forced to retire it mid-way through high school.

Every bit of leather on the glove had worn away. It was ratty, smelled worse, where his index finger used to rest outside, it had worn out the leather entirely. It had been relaced repeatedly, patched and doctored. But it got to the point where a hard-hit ball might force the weak leather remaining in the glove to "make a hole" in it.

He kept it until this past year... but the smell got to be too bad to keep it in his bedroom ... it wasn't worth sharing with anyone (but us) ...

My only memento of the HS days (as far as equipment) is a set of cleats with the toe completely worn out ... I cleaned them up, fumigated them and keep them on my desk.

Of course, my son thinks I'm crazy to keep anything like that.
MN Mom,
That was funny.

HHH,
We never tried to keep cleats, just as son was slow in giving into a new glove, every few months he needed new cleats. He destroyed cleats, one year he actually ripped the cleat out from the sole, not to mention those pitching toes never worked work.
We never bothered keeping cleats either - of course they never fit long enough to be worn out... Anyone else go through 4 pairs of cleats in a year - all because of growing feet (10 - 14 in one year)

As for gloves, I still have my first - and my high school one... and my son has all of his - I think he is on his 6th one now...
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My favorite mementos are

An 8X10 picture of Babe Ruth and Dutch Reuether when they were on a barnstorming trip - My Grandad gave it to me - he was a semi-pro catcher who played in the game.

My Dad's first professional contract and the newspaper article when he hit a homerun in Yankee Stadium to win (and pitch) his team to the NY City Championship in 1947.

A picture of my Dad - and my uncle (Mom's only brother) - in Yankee Stadium - teammates.

Mt eldest son's game ball from the NY State Sectional championship game.

My glove (a Cooper) - which I purchased for about $10 in 1972.

My youngest son's picture from his 1st baseball team.

Talk about being a pack rat. LOL

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