Tony's 30 day baseball card challenge is really awesome -- so thanks for creating that. It's given me a chance to step outside of my Darryl Strawberry isolation and consider other cards, other players, other generations. Day 7 of the challenge is "A card you bought in person and the story behind it".
This isn't a fantastic story but it is a fantastic card and it was initially my card for day 6 (a card you spent more than $10 on), but I decided to move it. That's one part of the challenge that is um, er, em, challenging: determining which of the more special cards deserve highlighting.
My card for Day 7 is the 1956 Topps Roberto Clemente. I'm not sure if the card I have is the gray back or white back version, but I remember paying $80 for it when I bought it in the mid-1980s from a baseball card shop on Wilson Boulevard in Arlington, Virginia. No idea what the shop was called.
The card featured here isn't my specific card but one I "borrowed" from a Google search. Anyway, $80 at the time was a lot of money. You know to be honest $80 today is a lot of money. But anyway, I had been "working" as a referee for youth soccer and as a linesman for select soccer and the money that I saved went into the purchase of this card and fed my hobby habit for several years in a row before I ditched card collecting for gas money for the car, dates, pints of ice cream and that new technology: compact discs. However, it remains one of my most favorite cards to this day which is why I selected it.
True story: I had a sad end to my career as a linesman. In mid-junior high (so, circa 1988), I was attending a game as a spectator as some cute girls were on the team I was going to watch. And they were short a linesman so I volunteered to work the game (I think I had a card or something that verified my status and qualifications). At one point, one of the cuties had a corner kick on my side of the field and I jokingly said, "There's no way you're going to get a goal" and she took a playful swing at me, clearly laughing and smiling about it. Such was the innocent-ish nature of our relationship. Well, the head ref clearly had never had a date because he came over, asked the young lady what I said. She told the truth, I confirmed it, and the jerk-whistle gave ME a red card. I didn't even get to finish watching the game as he held up play until I completely left.
I did get a date, though. So, suck-it Mr Uptight Referee man.
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