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Baseball Cards Part 2

April 30, 2007 11:41 am

So where was I? Oh, right, a comment that nearly ended my marriage very early on. After Nathan Dare Speaketh His Optimistic Comment, I quickly requested that he knocked on wood. He did so, even though he gave me a questioning look as he did. His action, by and large, saved our marriage.

I think when someone marries into becoming a Red Sox fan, they should be given a rulebook. And if not a rulebook, duct tape to keep their mouths shut lest they find themselves hurled bodily from a restaurant by a crowd of angry, disheartened Sox fans after the new spouse made a quick comment about how it would be all right to switch the channel on the TV behind the bar because the Sox were ahead of the Yankees by three runs in the top of the eight inning with their ace pitcher still on the mound, so there’s no way they could lose.

Oh wait… that happened in 2003. Grady, grady, grady. You should’ve taken out Petey. My heart still hurts from that loss. Fuck you Aaron Boone, fuck you.

The sad part is that the spouse who was the established Sox fan would have to help said crowd in chucking their life-partner into the alleyway. All you could do is leave them with a parting comment of

Sorry, honey, but the Sox were around long before you were, and the Sox will be around long after.

Then you’d close the side door with an air of indignant finality as your bewildered spouse began the task of climbing out of the Dumpster.

Much later in life, in a therapy session, your shrink will make an observation that you will wholeheartedly deny, even after the Sox leave you weeping at the edge of the foul line once again. He’ll ask you if you realize that your relationship with the Red Sox as a fan was much like that of a relationship with an abusive spouse. Time and time again, your hopes would be beaten down and crushed into tiny particles of dust. Time and time again, you’d reassemble those hopes in time for spring training, only to have them decimated once again as the baseball season stretched onward. “But you don’t understand,” you’ll reply. “They told me they’d never crush me again, not after 2004 and reversing the curse. They said,

I promise, baby, it will never happen again. I swear I’ll never hurt you again.

And I believe them, I do. They won’t hurt me again. They won’t.”

And your shrink will ask, “What happened after that, in 2005?”

“Jerry Remy said it was a hangover from 2004. That’s all.”

“You’re enabling them, making excuses.”

“But I love them!”

So make sure you get a shrink who’s a Sox fan, too. They’ll understand.

Back to baseball cards. Now, the Braves (we were reminiscing about them before I detoured) were a losing team when I was a kid. Attendance was at an all-time low. In a nice marketing scheme, the Braves started a program where if a kid got straight A’s, they were given six free tickets to Braves games. Three games, two tickets per. Sweet deal for a kid (or any baseball fan). I went to many a Braves game with my Grampa. Then the Braves started winning… and soon the program became a pair of tickets in the nosebleed section to one game. Heave a long suffering sigh here. Anyway, in the 1989 box of wax packs I opened the other day, I pulled some Braves cards I always wanted to get as a young Braves fan. Steve Avery, Ron Gant, Tom Glavine, John Smoltz. They all look so young on those cards.

I also managed to pull an assortment of other must-haves from my childhood collecting. Among them were Cal Ripken, Jr., Barry Bonds, Darryl Strawberry, Rickey Henderson, Chili Davis, Andre Dawson… I think all those cards put together are now worth maybe $2. But it’s the memories, man, the memories!

All those memory cards worth $2. Cards that bring about fond memories and don’t incite a pure, instinctive anger from the depths of your soul. Like, say, any Yankees card. Like, say, a particular Yankee (okay, a second particular Yankee because I’m not talking about A-Rod). Like, say, Derek Jeter. And let’s say that, so to speak, My Cup Runneth Over With Derek Jeter Cards from 2007 Topps. Basic 2007 Topps set? I’ve got two of those. Heritage set? I’ve got one of those, too. Topps Parallel Gold 2007? Yeah, I’ve got one of those, too. Apparently the Gold card is worth somewhere in the neighborhood of $200 were I to attempt to sell it on eBay. And of course it had to be DerekfuckingJeter. It couldn’t be a Red Sox player. Or hell, any player that was not and is not on the Yankees. I suppose it could be worse. I mean, the card could have A-Rod on it. Or Johnny-the-Traitor-Damon.