I did!
I admit, I had no clue who Roger Clemens was back in the day, I may only know him now because of the steriods. You see, my Dad is a huge Cardinals fan and no other card was as important to me as my 1989 Ozzie Smith card. It was the only one I kept for myself - all the other Ozzie Smith cards I got I immediately sent to my Dad.
I flip through the pages and remember all the good times. It is funny really, I have 12 nolan ryan cards - remember when you could get them with a pack of coke? I also have signed cards from the Idaho Falls Braves, I also have Homer the Brave's signed card that I bought off of some card place. It makes me laugh to see the things I kept...So, who was on your favorite baseball card?
That's right, me, the perfect blond haired, pig tailed angel in the lacy dress. I remember when I was six years old my teacher, Mr. Mendez, held charge of a baseball card collecting club. We would meet and talk about everything having to do with baseball. We would trade cards, buy new ones and organize our collections...all while chewing on that hard bubble gum that was exposed inside the plastic wrapping that covered the cards. (Which, by the way, is the best bubble gum ever - and they don't even include it anymore!)
After reading KP's blog about his Roger Clemens card, I got curious. I pulled out my dusty old baseball card album and began flipping pages. Inside I found a 1986 Roger Clemens card. It is one of the 5x3.5 cards that are larger than the average card. There he is, pitching in his Red Sox uniform. What does this card mean to me now? To be honest, about as much as it did then...


3 comments:
I distributed all the baseball cards that came my way out to my friends, as they seemed to get more out of them than I did.
I do remember a few near fights in elementary over the cards, that got them banded from class in sixth grade. But if I could have any baseball card I think I'd like '68 "Catfish" Hunter.
I still to this day collect baseball cards. I try to pick up at least some of each years cards and add them to the thousands that currently sit in boxes in my house and my grandparents and uncles send me the ones that are put in soda or ceral boxes when they start to pile up. I am glad to see that others in our class collected them and I know i will keep collecting them the rest of my life.
My favorite of all time was yogi berra. He was just a guy, of guys, looked like a blue collar worker who went to the park every day just to do the job...... coming from an old polish neighborhood, he looked like our parents....... only richer.
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