[Exhibitman]

Heck, I can't decide, but these are definitely at the top of the vintage class:



Now, turning away from rarity and value and towards pure sentiment:



The above was pulled from a pack when I was 11. I somehow kept it in nice shape through cross-country moves, earthquakes, burglaries, marriage and other tragedies.



Meeting a childhood idol can often be anticlimactic or even disappointing--Pete Rose and Willie Mays come to mind--but not Mr. Aaron; he was every bit the class act I hoped he would be. Remains my favorite player of all time.

And just because I can't stay away from non-baseball subjects: