We would go out in the street for a catch (happily, we lived on a cul-de-sac in New Jersey), but we girls had to borrow our brothers’ gloves. There was one glove that was not broken in, and no one wanted the stiff one. But when it was my turn to use it, I looked down, and it was signed, Tony Oliva. Being a brand new Twins fan, that was enough, and from then on, I always wanted that glove. Tony-O became my favorite player, and there is continued satisfaction in my good taste.