Ever since I first started carrying a baseball wallet, people have fawned over it and I've been happy to tell them where I got it, the accurate number of stitches, and that it came with a packet of Lena Blackburne rubbing mud.
Unfortunately, like a ball played with daily in the sandlot, my wallet is showing signs of age and use. The red stitching is wearing off, the leather is cracking, and after four and a half years its time to retire it to the memorabilia case.
I look forward to rubbing down another brand new baseball wallet.
-Brandon; Chatham, IL