An Ode to Baseball Cards
Thursday, June 26th, 2008
Chad Finn’s An Ode to Baseball Cards at The Baseball Analysts has got to be one of the best articles I’ve read in a while. Finn’s recap of his childhood baseball card collection is near identical to mine. The gum, the love of horrible players, how Upper Deck ruined collecting, etc.
A rare card in your collection allows you to dare to dream of untold riches… I could not have been the only 11-year-old in 1981 who discovered he owned the allegedly scarce ‘‘Craig’’ Nettles Fleer card, immediately got dollar signs in his eyes, and began plotting to buy a new 10-speed, cards by the case, a Cheryl Ladd poster, perhaps a red Lamborghini, and whatever else it is that 11-year-olds desire.
I had an inexplicable baseball card love affair with Will “The Thrill” Clark. I recall my uncle giving me a few packs of 1989 Topps cards. The Thrill was the only double I had in the pack. My 11-year old mind said, “I have 2 of this guy, he must be awesome!” (Not to mention how bad-ass he looked leaning on his bat). I then proceeded to vigorously amass every Will Clark card until I stopped collecting around 1992-1993, when collecting your favorite player’s card each year went from grabbing 10-12 cards to 100+.
I’m a little ashamed to admit this, but my baseball card obsession went even deeper. Probably due to a lack of funds (and friends) I even invented my own baseball card company (”Beam”), hand-drawing each card (my mom would photo copy uncut sheets at work for me) and distributing them around my neighborhood. I even made a price guide. Maybe I shouldn’t tell people about this.
Regardless, if you collected cards in the 80’s or early 90’s, this is a must read.


I’m a softball player–a fat, lazy, beer-drinking player, but a proud one nonetheless. Since I started playing, I’ve told my wife, doctor and anyone else who would listen that it’s good exercise despite my lack of effort and massive beer intake. So I decided to prove my theories with hard scientific evidence.