Spring time and Memories of my Dad.

As Spring comes I get thoughts of my Dad and many stories he has told me about his playing days at Caldwell High School.
He played baseball in the 30s and was a catcher.
He told a great story about Coach Bonnell coming to get him in last period the day of every home game. He would walk down town with him to the butcher shop and they would pick out a piece of meat .
The meat would go in the catchers glove for padding as the gloves had no padding .
By the end of the game he would have juice dripping down his arm and it would smell and distract the other players on the other team.
Ha
Just one of those stories that touches my heart.
Thanks ,
POP