Mitt

Appar­ently, if I behave myself, I’ll be allowed to catch the kid as Deb­bie pushes him out. I’ve been prac­tic­ing. A few weeks ago I bought a catcher’s mitt; I’m soft­en­ing it up with mink oil and keep­ing it wrapped around a soft­ball to get a nice pocket cre­ated for the kid’s head.

Catch­ing my son will be the best thing to ever hap­pen to me.

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One Response to “Mitt”

  1. GRANDPA HARVEY Says:
    April 23rd, 2008 at 12:43 pm

    SAME THING HAPPENED TO ME WHEN YOU WERE BORN

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