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ball was then tied tightly into it, and it was placed under my mattress to make sure that there would be sufficient pressure to mold it to the ball. That having been done for a few nights, the twine was cut, the ball was removed, the glove was covered with additional oil, and it was then my job to pound the glove into submission, which I did continually, to the mixed pleasure and annoyance of my folks. I believe that I got at least three different gloves through my high school years, and each of them received the same loving treatment. I was probably in my fifties when I bought the glove that I now own, an outfielder’s mitt. It came already broken in.
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