by Daniel DiPierro
I
love history. It’s all about people, places and things, and certainly, one’s
personal history is a collection of the people, places and things that shape who
and what you are. I feel fortunate to have held on to a few important things
that enrich and enhance the memories I have of some of the people and
experiences that I’ve shared at various times and in various places throughout
my journey in life for 61 years now. One of these special items is my
childhood baseball glove, which I’ve owned since 1961.
The number 61 (without an asterisk) also has an
important place within this reflection. It provided significant inspiration
for my choice of this particular baseball glove, a Spalding “1961 Roger
Maris MVP” model, which I chose in large part because
of the 61 home runs that Roger Maris hit that year as a member of the New York
Yankees,
breaking the almost mythical single-season record of
60 set by Babe Ruth in 1927. It seemed as if all of New York was captivated by
the intense competition between Roger Maris and Mickey Mantle as they both
challenged the Ruth record throughout that summer. Mantle’s bid was stopped
short at 54 home runs by a late season injury. However, Roger Maris was able to
achieve the historic feat in dramatic fashion on the very last day of the
season, October 1, 1961. It did not occur without controversy: there has always
been an unofficial asterisk accompanying the Maris record because he hit his 61
home runs in a season of 162 games instead of the 154 games of the Ruth
era.
I
had just entered 5th grade, at the age of 10 years old, and I was as swept up in
the frenzy as anyone. To honor the new “Home Run King” I responded by buying my
very first brand new baseball glove. I selected the “Roger Maris MVP” model (I
needed the left-handed version; although Maris did hit lefty, he threw with his
right hand in the outfield). I
used all of my savings from summer lawn-cutting money to purchase the mitt, and
it immediately became my most prized possession. It also became my constant
companion, year after year, on the sandlots and streets where I played hundreds
of pick-up games with neighborhood friends, from the moment the last snow
melted in early spring until the chill of the autumn air turned our thoughts to
football (after the World Series ended).
It had been just one year earlier at school when I
had a teacher named Mr. Levine. I
can vividly recall listening to the radio in his classroom on an October
afternoon, when Bill Mazeroski of the Pittsburgh Pirates hit the walk-off home
run which ended the 1960 World Series; the underdog Pirates had defeated the
mighty Yankees (a particularly heartbreaking moment for Yogi Berra as
well as for all Yankee fans). Mr. Levine instilled a celebration of baseball in
me, for sure, but I’m forever thankful for a practical lesson he also taught me: how to break in a new baseball glove by treating it first with neatsfoot oil,
then wrapping string around it tightly with a hardball stuffed inside to form
the pocket, placing it under the mattress and sleeping on it for a month. I
methodically went to work breaking in my glove with loving care and it soon
grew to fit my right hand comfortably, like a friend’s handshake. It was all
ready to take the field by Spring Training, 1962.
This baseball glove has accompanied me through many
wins and losses in my life over the past 50 years years, along with an equally
loved old Yankee cap that I got in the Bronx on “Cap Day” at the original Yankee
Stadium in 1965. Although the glove remained at the bottom of my closet for a
few years during my high school days, I
happened to grab it from its hiding place one day before returning to college
after a visit home, and it began a new life with me as a young adult, always
faithfully by my side at many rollicking beer-softball games during those
wonderful carefree days in my 20’s. I
remember making sure to pack it carefully among the few things which I
brought along with me when I made the big move from Long Island to California in
the early 1970’s.
TO BE CONTINUED
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