Dateline: Long Island, Spring 1981
Accompanied by a hot, alliteratively named girl after school, I was voraciously driving around
Jericho Turnpike in search of stores that might possibly have boxes of
Fleer cards in stock.
Only a day before
(in this waaaaaaaay before the internet time), I had a
'Come to Jesus' moment when before me on a stationery store counter was a near empty box of
Fleer baseball cards.
Looking at these treasures and thinking,
"What in high heck are these?????? They're not Topps???? Did I wake up in a parallel universe (which would explain the inexplicability of a hottie joining me to search for baseball cards)??????" I done grabbed the remaining two or three packs quickly!!!!
That day will never leave my memory, and although we probably hit twenty different stores, there were no
Fleer cards to be found anywhere.
Did I simply imagine seeing the Fleer box the previous day???
Late at night, I will occasionally think of
'Luscious Lisa' and what a 'keeper' she would've been, but those thoughts quickly disappear when I think of what true love is - the adoration of a man for his baseball cards - and gently glide off happily to sleep.
Either that, or the first time I saw a
1972 Topps Willie Mays. Not sure.
