Becoming Our Heroes

During my youth, the word “hero” meant one thing to me – a professional baseball player.

My first hero was Yankees third baseman Graig Nettles.  I loved Nettles.  He was a hard-nosed power hitting third baseman.  Nettles led the American league in home runs in 1976.  In 1977 and 1978, he earned the Gold Glove for his stellar defense at third base.

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Brooks, Yaz, and Carlton Fisk

A few weeks ago, I took out my old set of 1977 Topps baseball cards.  I wanted to find a card to use for a photograph for a blog post.  I have been having fun creating unique pictures to use with this blog.

This afternoon, I finally got around to putting the card I had picked back into the plastic sheet where it had been housed for many years.

The baseball card I had chosen for the photograph, and was holding, was a card of Thurman Munson.  Thurman was, of course, the Yankees All-Star catcher.

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Missing From Monument Park – Part III (Conclusion)

The following is the third (and final) installment in my series examining the greatest third basemen in Yankees history.

For Part I, please click here: https://drpaulsem.com/2016/03/13/missing-from-monument-park-part-i/

For Part II, please click here: https://drpaulsem.com/2016/03/15/missing-from-monument-part-part-ii/

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Missing From Monument Part – Part II

The following is the second of a three part series examining the greatest third basemen in Yankees history.  To read Part I, please click here:

https://drpaulsem.com/2016/03/13/missing-from-monument-park-part-i/

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Putting My Cards on the Table

I was recently at a holiday party that included an enjoyable grab bag/gift giving activity.  There were tea cups, candles, candies, some gift certificates…and the greatest wine rack ever.  Really.  (Sometimes you just have to grab the big ugly box.)

But, most of all, there were baseball cards.  Four packs of baseball cards from 1985 and 1986…

When I was a kid, baseball cards were an important part of my life.  I, of course, collected them, but it was more than that.  I read them.  I studied them.  I memorized them.  I played with them.  I invented games with them.  I also sorted them – time and again by player, by team, by season, by card number, and in many other ways and then back again.  (Might this be where I developed some tendencies to keep things in order?)

I had my baseball cards in boxes, wrapped with rubber bands, and later in plastic sheets.  I loved my baseball cards.

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