The second in a series.
Last time, we left our hero after he had accidentally picked a favorite team. He had not yet opened a pack of cards, and to be honest, had no idea that cards existed until one fateful night.
The year was 1986. My dad was a High School teacher and took the family to see some stage production of Peanuts. I tried to find a copy of the program online, but to no avail. My memory of the play is vague. I remember it being cold outside and dark inside and not in an actual auditorium (my dad later confirmed it was in the cafeteria). I have the feeling we were in the front row, but I also don’t think too many people were there. I also remember thinking to myself (and maybe out loud) something along the lines of why would they make a play out of Snoopy and Charlie Brown? Why was I not watching the cartoon?
Needless to say, I was bored. My brother was probably bored. It was a high school play with a guy in a dog suit for crying out loud. It was probably a musical to top it off. I never was the biggest fan of Peanuts to begin with. It was alright, but just not silly enough for my taste. I think my dad sensed that he was losing us.
My dad left us with my mom during intermission and then came back with something in his hands. He handed me and my brother a pack of baseball cards. 1986 Topps baseball cards. Mint in package 1986 Topps baseball cards.
[Ed. Note: When I started to write this, I found myself not trusting my own memory. For the longest time, I associated 1986 Topps with a Chris Sabo in every pack. I have distinct memories of him in a head and shoulders 3/4 profile 1986 card and getting that card in virtually every pack I opened. There’s only one problem. The card doesn’t exist. Why would I pick Chris Sabo and how can I picture a card so clearly in my head? That was a real shock to my system and it made me wonder what other memories of mine might have been created from scratch. So, before I ran with this, I asked my parents, who had no recollection, but agreed it could be possible, and I asked my brother. My brother confirms the story that the first pack of cards for both of us was at the Peanuts play in a High School cafeteria, and neither of us can figure out why our dad picked then to start us up in the hobby.]
I had no idea what I had in my hands. I didn’t fully grasp what it was I was opening, but I knew that I liked it.
I didn’t know who the players were. I didn’t know what team was what or where they played or against whom. All I knew is I was handling a new addiction.
A lot can be said (and has been) about this 1986 set and the design, but to me it’s infallible because it was the Alpha. This pack and this set was responsible for making me a baseball fan. The first goal was to collect all the Mets cards.
Then, the world. My brother and I worked together to come up with the entire set. I don’t remember if we actually accomplished that goal, but I have the feeling we did. Of course once that set was finished, it was on to the next one. And non-sports ones, and it spiraled on and on and on….