A quest for vintage sporting goods.
Ninety-one isn't all that old, really.
Baseballs were flying at Cloverland.
Wow, someone else carries around a baseball bat.
Batting practice: One of life's finest simple pleasures.
Let's go to the tape? Uh, no.
A souvenir at any cost?
When Uncle Charlie comes calling, try not to serve up a can o' corn.
Only the ball was white.
It mystifies me when really cool items are discarded.
Names of the game.
I like to think that I, at least, set a decent example if not a great one.