Do you think he laid out his glove last night with the black shirt and navy pants? He was so excited he probably couldn’t sleep, dreaming of being the one to save the day just because he brought his mitt.
He confidently told his girlfriend in the lavender over & over, “Don’t worry about foul balls babe, I got ‘em.” She’s like, “Whatever Steve, you say that every time we go to the game.”
He was probably taunting the guy with the dreads in front of him, “Dude, if one comes our way, I’m snaggin’ it!”
Why did the lady in the robin’s egg blue even bring her glove? She’s turning away in horror and she’s two rows away.
This is the defining moment of every glove-toters life. He can now die a happy man.
