Thursday, March 1, 2012
Why do I love the ugliest cards?
At a local card show last weekend, I found a box. Each card was a dollar, but you got one free if you bought five. I bought a few more than five to get a bigger discount. Did I overpay a bit? Maybe. Probably. But they are some great names!
I remember 1979. I played second base on my 7-year old baseball team. The team was Drug Fair, a local sponsor. I remember we wore red shirts. Actually, I need to be a little more specific. My TEAM wore red shirts. After my first game, my mom bleached the uniform tee shirt, so starting with my second game, I was the Drug Fair second baseman, wearing the slightly orange-ish shirt on a team of bright red young dreamers.
At the concession stand at Sayre Woods South Little League they sold baseball cards. I'd beg my mom for a quarter, maybe even a dollar, to grab a few packs. And when I did, I could tear one open, and see Tom Seaver and Joe Morgan playing for the Reds, and hope for the time when I was no longer the only player on the Oranges...