It’s easy for all your happiness to freeze today. Despite the sub-zero temperatures, reasons to rejoice abound. After all, bats will crack and mitts will pop in just a few days across Florida and Arizona.
With that spirit in mind, The Boy and I popped open some packs of cards I’d squirreled away and filled his new binder.
He doesn’t know the difference between runs scored and runs batted in. He doesn’t know the valueless stats like saves and wins, and he’s far too young to get the difference between batting average and on-base percentage. But we talked about how some stats separate some players from their peers. “What makes him World League,” he asks, pointing at his Mike Trout card.
“Well, he’s one of the best players of all time,” I respond.
The answer is simple enough for him.
Then he wants to know why I love The Wizard. “He was just fun, Mike. I only saw him when he was old and he’s still one of the most magical players I ever saw.
What’s fun now is watching him pick out a player and say he likes him. There seems to be no rhyme or reason. The card just looks cool. I remember loving 1991 Topps Wade Boggs card just because of the contrast of Boggs with the blue sky behind him.