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This has nothing to do with business, but for those of us who believe that life begins on Opening Day, Mike Barnicle has a column in the Daily Beast about how this is time of year to retrieve your old baseball glove, an object that's "got a soul, a memory all its own, and a future that never fades because it has never let go of the grasp the past has on you and so many others."

An excerpt:

"Go ahead. Put it on your hand. Wear it. Punch the pocket. Flip a ball in the air. Catch it. Shut your eyes and watch the years roll off like shingles from a roof battered by the winds of winter’s last assault. Wait a minute and the glove, your glove, will unwind the decades between a moment when your waist was smaller than your sleeve length and life’s small ambushes had not yet altered your game plan.

That’s one of the great gifts of this, the greatest of all games, baseball: it allows you, still, to lose yourself in a dream, to feel and remember a season of life when summer never seemed to die and the assault of cynicism hadn’t begun to batter optimism."

You can read the whole paean here.
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