My first pack was in 1959 which my Mom bought for me at a pharmacy. I don’t remember any specific cards from that pack but it did start my journey (addiction). Several years later my Mom made an amazing find at a garage sale and purchased me thousands of cards from 1951 through 1958. I was on the receiving end of the “mother got rid of my baseball cards story”.
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Baseball's appeal isn't complicated or confusing. It's about the beauty of the game; it's about heroes and family and friends; it's about being part of something larger than yourself, about tradition---receiving it and passing it; and it's about holding on to a bit of your childhood.
Tom Stanton from The Road to Cooperstown
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