What the hell am I to do with three sets of 1990 baseball cards

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I cleared out my car today. I mean really cleared it out. There were things that were in the trunk of my 2001 Sentra that I’ve been vowing to remove/store/throw away for months. It’s interesting to see how my life has been going just by looking through the layers of junk I have in there.

A Franciscan priest and geologist about two hundred years ago discovered that one could get an idea for how old the Earth was by studying the rock layers that built up on top of each other. His name escapes me now, but he made the significant guess that by taking into account the millions of years rock layers take to form, one could get an idea of how old the Earth was. Billions of years, he postulated.

My trunk is similar in one regard. You can tell a little about me based on the layers of books, clothing items and coffee mugs piled on top of each other like sedentary rocks.

You can tell that I bite off literary wise more than I can chew. I have novels I picked up at flea markets or my parents’ house or from library sales that I will never read. Ever! Roman Civilization, A History of the Middle Ages 1030-1398, some book by Graham Greene (Power and the Glory was one of the best books I’ve read). Then there are those mugs. What the heck was I doing with all those mugs? And where are the tops? I have no clue. As my mother says, “off to the world in a little green boat.” I guess if they ever find that boat it will need a viking’s funeral because I threw some of the mugs away. So you can tell I used to drink a lot…of coffee that is. Then there’s the spare tire that I’ve been too lazy to put back into it’s container. I’m not sure that says too much about me until you see it was pinning things down in my car. There were socks and some women’s shoes (I have no clue on that one).

My most recent find was three sets of 1990 baseball cards: Fleer, Donruss and Upper Deck are in binders. I used to collect baseball cards and I specifically remember the 1990 season, which was when those cards, which detailed the 1989 season, were produced.

I should have chucked them.  A friend gave them to me when he moved out of his house before its closing date. I don’t know why I took them. What’s a 27-year-old man to do with a set of cards from when he was 10 years old? Nevertheless, I couldnt’ bring myself to chuck them. So, I held on to them. They’re still in the back of my car, but it’s a lighter trunk, so I suppose they will make the first layer in the geodesic record that is my life!

 A few of those guys are still playing, too: Tom Gordon, Moises Alou, Barry Bonds, Tom Glavine, John Smoltz, Greg Maddux, Julio Franco, Curt Schilling, Craig Biggio and a few others come to mine.

 Maybe I’ll part with them when those guys finally retire. In Julio Franco’s case, I should probably not hold my breath.

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