This is it. I have lived long enough on this God forsaken planet without a real nice Don Mattingly game used bat. If my request is not met by midnight tonight, I'm afraid of what I might do. I'm locked up in my "baseball room" and everyone in the house is in a panic. I'll be standing by, on my computer, just a wooden door separating me from my frantic loved ones. All those who have what I'm looking for, please take the time to look inside your heart, and allow a good man to live a few more years. Forget about all those morons living in this empty shell of a house. That bat. The T141 unfinished beauty. That cracked, tarred up, marked up, scuffed piece of lumber sitting in the corner of your room collecting dust. It probably doesn't mean that much to you. But right now----It's my only reason for living. God bless you all.