I found this on a Rawlings ball glove I bought for my grandson a few years ago. I think it is especially meaningful to those of us who's brain is still young enough to remember how to play the game, but our bodies are old enough to tell the brain to forget it. Hope it brings back as many good memories for some of you as it has for my brothers and my Dad and myself.
What is a Baseball Glove
A baseball glove is a beginning and an ending,a
child's first sure step towards adulthood, and an
adult's final, lingering hold on youth. It is a promise
and a memory.
A baseball glove is the dusty badge of belonging: the
tanned and oiled mortor of team and camaraderie.
In its creases and scuffs lodge sunburned afternoons
freckled with thrills, the exited hum of competition,
cheers that burst like skyrockets.
A baseball glove is Babe Ruth, Stan Musial, Mickey
Mantle, Jackie Robinson, Johnny Bench, Ozzie Smith
and a thousand-and-one names and moments strung
like white and crimson banners in the vast stadium
A baseball glove is the leather of adventure, worthy
successor to the cowboy's holster, the trooper's
saddle and the buckskin laces of the frontier scout.
It is combat, heroics, and victory...a place to smack
a fist or snuff a rally.
Above all, a baseball glove is the union of family
recreation and togetherness: a union beyond
language, creed, or color
The Rawlings Sporting Goods Company, 1991