When I was a little leaguer there was no one cooler to step foot on a baseball diamond than Rickey Henderson. Nicknamed “The Man of Steal”, Rickey had more showtime in him than all of Magic’s Lakers combined. He talked to his bats, wore his uniform as tight as possible, and his homerun trot was legendary.
But for some reason it was Henderson’s neon green Mizuno batting gloves that I thought were the coolest thing—trumping my extensive micro machine collection. I searched high and low for a pair of those batting gloves, well, as hard as a kid with just a bike could search. I remember scoping out sports stores and Walmart-esque department stores but to no avail.
I never did find that neon green pair, I had to settle for a red pair. I guess in the end it all worked out because our team colors were white and red. I don’t really play baseball anymore and have no use for a pair of brightly colored batting gloves. But, consider me still searching.