If I missed a mention I apologize. But reading the old games part of this triggered an old, old memory.
I don't know how much money I blew away as a kid on the items mentioned below. But I can assure you, I used as much of the little bit of money I managed to get into my possession to get
Topp's Annual Football and Baseball Sticker Yearbook(s)
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Man o' man, it was that time of year again. Billy and Timmy and I would run to Mr. Stanzoni's corner store like we did every day, but this day was special. Yes, this day was the day that he would have the NFL player sticker books. We would look in awe at the new sticker, wondering what favorite NFL gladiator would be on the package. Timmy would slap me on the shoulder as he was staring at the new yearbook, getting my attention but not breaking his, as we looked at the all star player that was on this book. Was it our favorite player? Was it a New York Giant?
Getting that new fresh book and opening it to see the stickers we would have to get. It was better than Christmas. And then opening the stickers. Peeling the paper thin sticker backs off of the stickers without bending them so that we could ever so gently get them on the page they were matched up to. Oh, how the breeze seemed sweeter when you opened that first pack and Lawrence Taylor was right there already. Billy would scream with joy as he showed us his Scott Brunner sticker - I got a Giant! - he would scream. Timmy, our Cowboys fan that we still loved, would be in anguish, hoping that his favorite player would be in his pack, and if not, at least that blue star would be.
And then later on, buying more and more packs - hoping for the player you don't have and for duplicates to trade with others. And then, you would get to the very last of the book. Only one or two stickers left to complete the whole thing. And you would suffer every day. Dad, can I have fifty cents to get a new pack, I just need one more guy was the refrain heard through the neighborhood like a chorus of young men clinging to childhood not ready to let go and be pulled into responsibility. And then, opening the pack only to be full of duplicates. Timmy and Billy would be there every Saturday morning to play with their piles of unused stickers and we would all hope that if not us, at least one of us would complete the book. Oh, the completed sticker book. It was a joy to behold. Each page heavy with the many stickers clinging to it. Each page perfect in what we would later be told was really just something called OCD and ADHD because our need to have that complete page was not normal.
But it was. It was to us. The completed sticker book was a marvel to behold. Friends would show off theirs if they had them. You would try to make friends with the kid that you heard might have one just to see it.
It's when everything was good. And heroes were on stickers.
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