I was always obsessed with 1975 minis when I was a kid. I began cobbling together a set in the late '80s and early '90s. One day a friend of mine told me that his sister had some '75 minis in their basement and that they were probably perfect because he remembered opening packs with her when they were kids. He explained that she would carefully remove the cards from the wrappers and then gingerly place them in a box which she never opened again. This really got my attention. Soon after hearing this intriguing story, while I was playing softball with that friend, I saw his sister sittinig in the stands, watching us play. Excited, I nudged another teammate, who apparently wasn't all that interested in baseball cards, and pointed at the bleachers and said, "Do you see that girl over there? She has minis!" He looked at me strangely and then silently gazed over in her direction. After a few minutes of confusion and me blabbering on about how much I craved her wonderful minis it dawned on him. "Are you talking about baseball cards?" When I nodded yes, he responded, "Ohhhh, I thought you were talking about her boobs."
