Ken Griffey Seattle's Son
October 9, 2009 0 Comments
(Flashback 20 Years) The year was 1989 and I was the ripe
old age of 11 years old. Those were the simpler times of school,
hanging out with friends and in my case baseball cards. I wasn't
the type of kid who just bought a pack of baseball cards to get the
stale piece of gum, I was an avid collector. My collection
succeeded even many of the local trading card shops in town. The
kind of collection only a true OCD victim would possess.
I remember the day clearly as if it was yesterday. A classmate of
mine (who was also quite the baseball card enthusiast) brought in a
pack of new baseball cards called Upperdeck. These cards were
magical. They were heavily glossed with special hologram seals.
Nothing like the Topps and Fleer cards we were used to. Within the
pack of Upperdeck cards was one of ...


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