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The bible of baseball cards
The bible of baseball cards

Long ago, when children were allowed to wander from their parents' side for more than 15 minutes, I spent much of my free time accumulating baseball cards. After school, my buddy Adam Rogers and I would stroll to the candy store and buy multiple packs. We'd sit on a stoop near his apartment, tear open the wrappers, and debate the merits of each player until it grew dark. We didn't fret about the cards' condition or whether we could complete the set. We just loved holding them, making up games to play with them, breathing in the crystally smell of stale bubblegum as we looked to the next card. Who would it be: Willie Mays (pleaseohpleaseohplease) or yet another Horace...

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