My first baseball game as a kid was in a back lot in El Centro, CA in 1957. I've loved the game ever since. Collected cards into the mid '60's and played until I blew out knees in High School. Began collecting cards again in the '80's with my boys and sold to pay a divorce attorney.
, but I kept 3 T206 which have expanded to a collecton of over 245 cards this year.
My wife and I have moved to the Eastern Sierras where I feed my passion for fly fishing and building bamboo rods. I must admit I miss sitting at Dodger Stadium although prices have kept me down to an occasional game now and then. My favorite in-person sport is hockey (how about them Kings, ey?) but there is nothing like a weekend game at the park. Oh yeah, played a father-son tournament this fall in Phoenix, faced live pitching for the first time in 43 Years. What a gas.
My passion for the game and collecting is as strong as it's ever been. Collecting tobacco cards takes me to a place and time with a different flavor, a different fervor, when the entire country was absorbed with baseball. It's also a reminder that a large number of fantastic athletes were segregated, so we will never know how much better the competition could have been, who could rival and add to the deadball HOF, etc. So much history in cardboard...