Today is my twin brother’s birthday — which means that it is my birthday, too. It has become almost a tradition for me to post an embarrassing birthday photo on my blog. Here’s one of Frank and me when we turned nine.
Notice how happy my 100% hetero brother is with that brand new baseball glove. Me, uh, not so much.
I would have preferred something like a Big Jim action figure.
Remember Big Jim? He came shirtless in the box, wearing a pair of red swim trunks. He was covered in bulging muscles and had cool sideburns.
There was a button on his back and when you pushed it, his arm moved in a Karate chop — or something similar if you were a very dirty little boy (which I was). I think at one point they added fuzzy chest hair to this toy. What were they thinking?!
Big Jim didn’t debut until a couple of years later. I think I talked Mom into getting me one for Christmas in 1972. Poor ol’ Dad.
Happy b-day, brother! I remember that birthday. I thought you got kinda ripped off with that catcher's mitt.
I remember santa getting me the baseball mitt and ball.I deflated like a car tire when i saw it.Was more into reading than sports.