By Colton Hicks aka braves#10

Upper Deck’s 1991 baseball set isn’t exactly a set full of gems but one of the cards from that set is not only the highlight of my collection but one of the highlights of my life.

I started collecting baseball cards when I was about six years old. As I look back I have no idea what got me to start collecting them as no one in my family collects. In fact they think it’s a waste of my time and money. All I remember is that when I used to go stay with my grandmother in Bossier City, LA I always went with her to K-Mart and got a big pack of assorted baseball cards. The packs were full of cheap base cards but to a little 6 year old like me they were like gold. I would flip through them and every time I saw a premier player I would think that I had won the lottery (but little did I know that they were worth as much as the cardboard they were printed on). As soon as I would get home I would organize them into my card booklet and admire my collection.

I also used to love to go spend the weekend with my aunt, uncle and cousin. Every time I went over to their house they would all sit down at night to watch the Braves. Gradually over time I began to love the Braves, with Chipper Jones being my favorite player. When I would watch the games, every time Chipper came up to bat my world would stop and I would tell everyone around me to be quiet because I never wanted to miss a pitch. He was my idol and I couldn’t have been a happier kid.

My cousin was not a collector but she was walking in the mall one day and saw a baseball card stand set up and decided to check it out. While searching through the probably overpriced cards she came across a 1991 Upper Deck Chipper Jones rookie that was a PSA 9.

She, knowing that Chipper was my hero, bought the card and gave it to me. I loved it more than anything I possessed. I guarded that card with my life. Anytime one of my friends came over I had to show them that card. They weren’t really impressed but I didn’t care. I had the card and they didn’t and that’s all I cared about. It wasn’t until years later that I learned that the value of the card was only $6 but that didn’t matter to me either. I’m never planning on selling that card and I think I would cry if I ever had to give it up.

In December of last year while driving home, my cousin swerved to avoid an oncoming vehicle and hit a tree. She passed away while on the way to the hospital. When I got that call I just broke down. I couldn’t believe it. I still have trouble believing that she is actually gone because she was the person that I most looked up to in my family. Now every time I see the card that she got me I can’t help but tear up a little bit. That card is so much more to me than just apiece of cardboard. It’s more to me than just my favorite card. It’s my favorite memory of my cousin.