By Richard Perkins aka papaperk
My son was four years old, my daughter was 6, when we attended our first baseball game as a dad out with his kids. Team USA was playing Canada in Louisville KY. We had a blast. Team USA won and I would like to think it was all because of our chants of “We want a pitcher, not a belly itcher”, “Hey batter, batter, batter, sswwiinngg!” and “Hey Ump, clean your glasses”!
After the game fans swarmed the wall looking for a chance to get an autograph from the next big phenom. My kids and I went More >
By Ryan Kalmoe aka SWOWannabe
I still remember sitting on my hideous fake brown leather couch watching Game 6 of the 1991 World Series between the Minnesota Twins and the Atlanta Braves. With the game tied and going into extra innings and the Twins’ championship hopes on the line, my father was more than willing to let a much younger me stay up well past my bed time to watch the end of the game. I was 6 at the time, and starting to doze off…but I managed to wake up for the bottom of the 11th inning. With a 2-1 count, More >
By Guy Mitchell aka sweetg1
As we embark upon the new season, I’d like to share what the 2012 season meant to me and my son.
On June 24, 1976, my dad changed my life when he took me to my very first baseball game. I remember the event well. We were in Houston on vacation and we went to the Astrodome to see the Houston Astros play the Los Angeles Dodgers. But it was not only the game that I enjoyed, but the entire experience. I remember staying at a hotel close to the Astrodome and thinking that the Dodgers More >
By Drew Pelto aka *censored*
Twenty years ago, my view of baseball– and life as a whole– changed forever.
On the morning of March 23, 1993, I woke up, had an Eggo waffle with cinnamon and sugar sprinkled on it, and prepared to enter another day of the hell known as third grade. Sitting on the couch in my living room in the far-east Cleveland suburb of Painesville, Dan Patrick delivered the morning’s sports news. Baseball season was only a few weeks away as I started my first Little League practices. My Cleveland Indians were still in the middle of a lengthy More >
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When people ask “Why do you collect?” many of us would probably simply say, “well, because it’s fun.” But there’s always something behind why we find it enjoyable.
The origins of collecting go way back. Humans have a deeply ingrained need to hoard things that will help us survive the next winter or natural disaster, or surround ourselves with items we find important to us. Some player collectors are like the Biblical Noah, collecting one of each type or ‘species’ of card. Others collect many of a smaller number of types. Still others collect many of More >
By John Holzapfel aka jna1488
Can you remember the moment in your life when you became a sports fan? I was thinking about this the other day, and a flood of memories filled my mind about some of the happiest times in my life growing up and they all revolved around sports and sports cards. I am in my 30s now and still find myself acting like a little kid when I watch my favorite team on TV. I’ll throw a temper tantrum when my team is losing and gloat when they are winning. When I open a box of cards, More >