In a SP game a few nights ago, when I asked the home team if they were ready to take the field, one of the players said, "As long as I can borrow a glove from somebody."
So from the trunk of my car I retrieved my old Wilson A2000, still in good shape after the loving care I have given it over the past 22 years.
When I was in college, I worked summers for the local recreation department, which ran a summer softball league made up of teams from the various neighborhood playgrounds. One team never had gloves and always wanted to borrow the gloves of the other team. However, players were reluctant to comply, especially since this team of "borrowers" usually tried to make off with the gloves after the game.
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