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05-03-2012, 12:27 PM
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I'm late responding to this thread, but wanted to share.
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It's not the most valuable, or the most prized autograph in my collection. But it's importance is that it symbolizes why I collect vintage baseball autographs. It has to do with hearing about the death of the signer, Johnny Gorsica. It was upon hearing of his passing that I realized that everyday, more and more of vintage baseball's living links were being lost forever. And it was that realization that ignited a passion in me to begin collecting something personal, something tangible, of these vanishing connections to baseball's past. Soon after the death of Johnny Gorsica, I started my collecting of vintage Detroit Tigers autographs. It's easy to get caught up in the ugliness in this hobby. There is much of it. Strong words spoken for and against. Tempers flare. Feelings are hurt. And some leave the hobby. But sometimes, I remember that what started my passion wasn't a goal to fill every spot, or to be able to stand up and be recognized because I accomplished a feat of numbers; but remember that it was the vintage ballplayers, the stories they created, and the moment when he signed his name for business or kindness sake, and the loss of those individuals, that I collect autographs. Sometimes it's easy to forget the human behind the signature, and turn that autograph purely into an object for commerce, or for sport. I'm as guilty as anyone. But sometimes I do remember . . . . Last edited by HexsHeroes; 05-04-2012 at 07:04 AM. 
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05-03-2012, 02:36 PM
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05-03-2012, 05:20 PM
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05-04-2012, 12:20 AM
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Some of my favorite signed cards.....
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05-05-2012, 09:58 PM
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Ali
I started collecting Autographs with my sons in 1985 going to baseball card shows. Back in the early 80's I remember my first autograph was from Duke Snider and I paid fifty cents. In 1988 a mall in Sacramento hosted Ali and the autographs were free! I stood in line with my 8 and 5 year old sons. Though the Parkinson's at the time prevented him from talking since it was only 9am and his meds had not kicked in, it stands as my biggest thrill. He came into the mall slowly obviously not the fighter I remember. Then, the chant started; ALI, ALI, ALI and like a tree coming out of the ground he rose up shadow boxing with the kids and there was the greatest athlete I had ever seen before me.
We brought a look magazine and a book to personally autograph for each of my boys (Dumb me I didn't think to get one). He was so large in person and so nice, as you can see he picked up my little boy for my wife to photograph and kissed him, though we didn't get that shot. I looked at him, thanked him, told him how I had seen all his fights starting in the Olympics. I said "Muhammad, In your second fight with Listen I have watched the replay over and over and that was no phantom punch. He looked up at me, raised his fist in the air and said quietly, so quiet you could hardly hear, "I GOT HIM GOOD".
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