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Let me make an apologia for leather baseball glove.
I want you to think back to those days when America was strong and healthy. Think back to those days after school or on the weekends or in the summer time. What brought our country together? What brought friends together? What brought families together?
It was baseball. Where men used to gather, in suits and ties, and catch afternoon ballgames. Where boys used to clamor, trading cards, displaying them proudly, pretending to be Joe Dimaggio or Ted Williams or Stan Musial in their backyards.
Do you remember playing catch with your dad, enjoying life, and the beauty of creation? What was the binding scent of these memories? It was that leather glove mixed with some dirt and sweat.
The leather glove is the scent that launches ten thousands memories of glory, work, prestige, and leisure. It symbolizes growing up, and it symbolizes teaching our own children the values we rightfully cherish.
Do not let the leather glove die in the second round.
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