Monday, October 23, 2017
When I was in my early years – ages 4-6 – I knew baseball really well. Or at least as well enough as a kid that age could.
I knew who most stars played for. For example, I could tell you that Wally Joyner was an Angel or that Jim Rice was a Red Sox. It wasn’t a big deal to me at the time, I thought everyone knew these players. But I was often quizzed by my family in front of their friends, or my brother in front of his little league team. They always applied when I said that Bret Saberhagen was on the Royals, or that Mackey Sasser and Tim Teuful were Mets.
Having a five year old now, I can see that it definitely was pretty unique. My son can only name Babe Ruth and Michael Jordan as professional athletes. However, he can name and recognize almost any brand of car, and I like to make him do those tricks in front of others as well. My dad gets a kick out of him asking, “Hey Grandpa, what’s more aerodynamic, a Mustang or a Camaro?”
I say this all because while the Yankees have always been #1 for me, I loved all players and teams. I didn’t want just Yankee Starting Lineup figures – I wanted everyone so I could have a real All-Star game when I played with them.
And I didn’t just get Yankee cards as gifts. I got cards of everyone!
Personally, I can’t believe I still have this, but I’ve never gotten rid of it. One Christmas, my older brother gave me this:
Somehow the plastic shrink wrap over the cards is still intact. I plan to keep it that way as long as I live.
My brother has never been the greatest at giving gifts, but this one certainly left an impression on a young kid.