I flew to Montana late Friday night to spend a full day on Saturday with my buddy Mike. We had a lot of catching up to do. It was short by design though. Any longer and we would have slipped into our old ways and done another mega-deal as I can’t trust myself. Well, true to form, maybe we did a little one…
We always have a great time together and he’s such a gracious host. I consider myself a baseball guy through and through but I have nothing on him. He is the truest baseball man I know in all respects. Here are a couple of pics of Mike with some of his game-used gloves. He’s pushing 60 of them I think. Oh man! There are some cool ones, old and new. Drinking Moose Drool beer while playing baseball stuff with Mike is my kinda day.
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