I know looking at some of the cards my dad handed down to me, like Ernie Banks, rekindles my zest for baseball. Though the card is worth somewhere in the range of $300, I wouldn’t dare rob my future son or daughter of the chance to relish the card of Mr. Cub. The game that sparked many of us to hit our first wiffle ball homer over a neighbor’s fence is in jeopardy of being snubbed right out of sig
June 27, 1995
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