Literally, a 'minor league baseball' story
I found an old beat-up baseball at my Grandmother's house - turned out to be a ball my Grandfather picked up at a Shreveport minor league game and had signed by at least one player, for my Mom. Well, my Mom promptly dropped it in a pile of black ink, completely obscuring the signatures.
Still, it was a neat piece of family baseball history (the only piece), so I kept it displayed in my glass-topped coffee table case. To my horror, I came home one day to find the dog gnawing the hell out of it. Somehow she had gotten it out of the case - must have been really tasty-looing. She chewed half the cover off. I still have it.
Reminds me of the recent car commercial that features a guy tossing an autographed Honus Wagner ball to his dog, 'Pickles'.
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