Um......do you know how many baseball gloves I have in my garage? Carefully stored with a ball placed in the palm to keep it 'right'? Because you can never throw out a good glove?

Enough to field a team.

Damn young whippersnappers. NO respect!

Two strikes and you are out? Must be Ohio....

Happy late birthday, mister. I'da been here yesterday (okay, two days ago now... time flies at night) but I was outta town. And now my little girl has finished another part of her high school career.

Hope it was a happy one.

I may be late to the party, but I am resourceful. Watch your mail.

And that's all I'm gonna say about that.

What was the name of that oil my brother used to rub into a new glove? Something about Neets foot oil? I can't remember...