Bought my first packs at the age of 5 in '78. Was bigtime into the hobby from '82-'87. For a few years there it consumed my life.
Still have everything, and a lot of memorabilia and oddball stuff I picked up along the way. Started buying things off ebay about 15 years ago, types of cards I only dreamed about owning when I was a kid. But this was a short-lived fad when I realized these were just going into a box inside my closet.
Now, I only buy Reds teams sets each year for me and the kids for autographs.
Reds were my team in the 80’s. Was taken to games during the Big Red Machine days but I was too young to remember.
Loved Dave Parker. Bought and still have pretty much every card. Multiple rookies. Bunch of Eric Davis’s as well. Sabo’s. Tom Brownings. Nick Esaskys. Bunch of others I’m sure I’m forgetting. They are worth hardly anything but are great memories.
Funny story I’ll always remember though about my Reds revolves around Lloyd McClendon. Moved to San Diego in late 80’s and my Mom who was the big baseball fan would take us to the games when the Reds came into town.
We’d get there crazy early to watch BP. All the Reds were coming into the dugout and kids are yelling numbers or the names on the back. Getting nothing.
But I knew all these guys.
Lloyd McClendon was one of the last guy’s jogging in and had a ball. Kids were yelling his number, yelling McClendon. No response, he’s blocking all that noise out.
I yelled “Lloyd”.
He slowed, looked over and I gave him the “toss me the ball look” and he chucked it right to me. Was the ####. Boss move.
Followed his career from that point. He bounced around, and then retired and got into coaching became manager of the Pirates. Had his famous freak out where he took the base with him into the dugout. I’m thinking “that crazy Lloyd, what a great dude”.
He then got hired by my local team, the Mariners, as manager. Pretty cool.
The crazy part is that I was in SF for work during his last season as manager. Turns out the M’s are playing Oakland and are staying in my hotel, The Westin Saint Francis in downtown SF.
I actually see him and what I believe are the other coaches sitting in the lobby. I go over it’s him and all the coaches, dudes look all pretty rough. Not a smiley bunch. I sense some serious booze was consumed, grind of the road etc.
Anyways I plow right past that and say something like good luck boys and am about to start to tell the baseball tossing story and he says excuse me and gets up and leaves
He got canned that year. Still have the ball though.