A soul-warming occurrence for something like the last 140 years, baseball's annual return to Pittsburgh this weekend brought with it as required an inevitable portion of nostalgia, sometimes felt in its acute form as plain old sadness.
No better or worse example of this exists in the city's history than the solemn opening day ceremonies that played out 50 years ago Friday, when the Pirates presented their right fielder with his 12th Gold Glove.
Posthumously.
