You can learn a lot about a player from his baseball
cards. Baseball cards fueled my passion
for the game. I collected and traded
like it was an addiction. I did the most
damage I could do with a paperboy’s earnings and to this day I have a great
collection to show for it. My most
sought after player was my favorite player, Mark David McGuire.
Growing up in So Ill it is hard to find an Oakland A’s game on TV. Baseball cards were a way to keep up with the
only team I made an effort to follow. I
can’t pinpoint when I became an Oakland
fan but I was dedicated. I collected
every card of every player on the team but I would trade anything away for a
Mark McGuire card. That grew into an
effort to try to swing like him, to throw like him and if I could have grown facial
hair, I would. I idolized him and by the
time I got to high school and took my freshman health class, I knew he was on
the juice. It’s a shame that it was obvious to a 14 year old that had only
minimal exposure to a health textbook.
My wildest dreams came true when not only Tony LaRussa came
to the Lou but so did my first baseball idol.
I knew he was a product of alleged cheating but I got the chance to find
some of my childhood in the games I saw him play at Busch. I was giddy and hoping for a homerun every time
he came to the plate and he delivered.
When he was identified as a cheater, it didn’t break my heart. That kind of thing was never on the back of
his baseball cards. I had slowly
accepted his choices over time and I never turned on him. I had amassed a great deal of love for him
and was loyal. I stand firm that using
steroids and PED’s are cheating and does not belong in professional
sports. My boyhood hero cheated and I
have made peace with that.
What’s left is a box of great baseball cards. I have rookie cards of nearly every player
associated with drug use. Aside from my
McGuire cards, Sosa cards, Clemens cards and so on I have memories of how I felt
about those players when I followed them.
I remember how excited I was about the game because baseball cards
brought me close to them. I kept these
cards because one day I know I will pass on the stories to my kids and hopefully
they will be turned on to the game as I was.
I will have to tell about how this era of the game was full of cheaters
and those looking for shortcuts but I will also have the pleasure of showing
them some other cards from the era. I
have cards for Cal Ripken, Tony Gwynn, Wade Boggs and many others who played
clean. I am a Cardinals fan and I know
how we feel about Albert Pujols, but I know when he hits his 500th homerun
he will have done it clean.
The hard reality is that some of our heroes aren’t really heroes,
they are just regular people who make bad choices. Natural talent wasn’t enough for my
hero. The thirst for big numbers and
success will made him experiment with the rules and the people around him. His story is one worth telling but not
because he was a fallen player but he has to live with his choices. He put up hall of fame numbers but will be
excluded until the writers feel he has suffered enough. He has to live with the long term effects of
a short term decision and that’s a life lesson worth teaching.