Title: Soon to be cut from the team
Date: Sometime around 1983
Category: Baseball Card
Current status: Off to get professionally graded and auctioned off
With Baseball Season just around the corner, I like to think back on all those times when I dressed up in a miniature baseball uniform and went and stood in the outfield for several hours on a Saturday morning.
I played some form of baseball with the YMCA for about 5 years. There was T-ball, and 5-pitch, and then actual baseball. I think this one might have been actual baseball, but I don't remember. My baseball career was incredibly forgettable.
In fact, the only things worth mentioning is that I hit a grand slam once, played catcher and outfield, was pretty fast, and I spent a few years playing with Matt Blank, who would grow up to pitch for the Montreal Expos. There really isn't much else worth mentioning.
I do want to point out my stylin' wristbands that don't really match the uniform. The other thing I'd like to point out is my fabulous teeth, which were my most valuable feature during my baseball years, because my teammates could use them to open the sodas we got at the end of the game.
Here, for no good reason, is the back of the card, featuring absolutely nothing useful.
Date: Sometime around 1983
Category: Baseball Card
Current status: Off to get professionally graded and auctioned off
With Baseball Season just around the corner, I like to think back on all those times when I dressed up in a miniature baseball uniform and went and stood in the outfield for several hours on a Saturday morning.
I played some form of baseball with the YMCA for about 5 years. There was T-ball, and 5-pitch, and then actual baseball. I think this one might have been actual baseball, but I don't remember. My baseball career was incredibly forgettable.
In fact, the only things worth mentioning is that I hit a grand slam once, played catcher and outfield, was pretty fast, and I spent a few years playing with Matt Blank, who would grow up to pitch for the Montreal Expos. There really isn't much else worth mentioning.
I do want to point out my stylin' wristbands that don't really match the uniform. The other thing I'd like to point out is my fabulous teeth, which were my most valuable feature during my baseball years, because my teammates could use them to open the sodas we got at the end of the game.
Here, for no good reason, is the back of the card, featuring absolutely nothing useful.