You know what, I take back referring to that worn and torn slab of leather worn by Jordy Mercer on each and every game day for the last decade as his "glove". By definition, I suppose it literally is. However, both sentimentally and figuratively speaking, that thing is just an extension of his fingertips. A removable limb, if you will. Not a doubt in my mind the the Tigers' shortstop knows the pocket of that thing better than he knows the back of his own hand, and for that reason I hope the dear life it's holding on for overcomes almost impossible odds to remain an immortal one. I don't care if it takes an entire nursery worth of band-aids to keep it's heart barely beating, because not even the most structurally flawless, top-of-the-line mitt could serve him as loyally as the luxury of equipment-based intimacy. That thing might as well be family, and as such he should stop at absolutely nothing to keep it alive as long as possible. Good to see someone appreciates the aesthetic depreciation of a loving, long-term relationship these days.
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