All those years toiling on the mound, peering down the long alley toward the plate at those constant disturbers of his sense of well - being settling into their stances and flicking their bats — and then to look down one day and
find Henry Aaron there, the
large, peaceful, dark face with the big eyes and the high forehead, and to know that one mistake, one small lapse of concentration, would place the
pitcher's name forever
in the record books as having thrown the «immortal gopher.»
But I have collected everything from a silver
pitcher with lotus
in relief, two Limoges
pitchers, and lots of little odds and ends......... I even
found a
large one which was the same design as a small one I had for years.