I’m writing Stradlater’s paper about Allies mitt. I’ve had my brothers left-handed fielders mitt ever since he died when I was thirteen. I still miss the kid, especially his flaming red hair. My brother was so clever, so smart. Even at a young age, he was always writing. He wrote poems in green ink all over the inside of his mitt so he could read when he was bored out on the field. I still think about the night he died. I punched out all the windows in the garage, and I would’ve punched the car door windows out too if my hand hadn’t been cut and broken.
Picture: http://vcardona90.edublogs.org/2008/03/13/allies-baseball-mitt/
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