Growing up in Cooperstown, NY, all I ever wanted to be was a baseball player. Players will say you never master the game. To play it well requires confidence earned through repetition, and trust in your tools. As a young ball player, the tool that I needed was the Rawlings PRO-T, Fastback Trapeze outfielders glove. It was the most expensive glove on the market, and I knew my parents would never buy it for me. So with single-minded focus, I worked and earned enough money to buy it myself. Our lives are filled with disposable things, but from the day I bought it, this glove is still the only possession that I would rescue from a burning building. This glove is as personal as it gets, fitting only my hand. It’s also death to any fly ball within sprinting distance. My love of baseball gloves spurred me to become a leather craftsman, but when I play, I use my old trusty Rawlings and not one of my own models. Heritage implies something inherited. For me, this baseball glove represents the values of self-reliance and hard work exhibited by my parents and instilled in me.