Spoiling some old baseball cards
When I bought a box of 36 unopened packs of 1989 Upper Deck baseball cards, I expected to enter my own little Wayback Machine to the year Ken Griffey Jr. was a rookie and I became a traveling beat writer for a major metro newspaper. Instead, opening up 20-year-old baseball cards was more like watching a good suspense movie when you already know the ending.
Much of the pleasure of opening a pack of cards is the mystery. Will you get your favorite player's card? Will you get a future ...
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