Regular readers of the blog might remember a post a few weeks ago featuring a couple of cards with Chipper, Dale and a lot of bats. In the post, I lamented about the very first wood bat I had as a youngster and how it cracked after having only used it once (a friend also used it once and was the one who cracked it in an at-bat). The bat was a George Brett model- kind of a consulation prize for not being able to get a Dale Murphy model. Well, my twelve-year old self would be pleased last night when I was finally able to open the gift.
There it is, in all of its glory. It may only be a youth model, but dangit, it's mine.