Tonight I attended the Brewers/Padres game, a lackluster effort by a fading, albeit wild card-leading team. Despite the languid pace of the game, my attention was drawn to a major collecting event.
No more than two rows in front of my seat, a seat far enough down the first base line it might have been considered an outfield seat, in a row high up enough to be considered prime seating for a top-down perspective art class lesson, was a family. By my estimation, it was not a complete family. Its members included two boys, one in a Braun jersey two sizes too big, the other a wild-eyed lad. While I lack the professional status to do so, ADHD was my gut reaction diagnosis of son #2. The father was still dressed in his middle management button down shirt and trousers.
My attention was drawn to this family only halfway through the game, a point at which souvenirs were purchased. The Braun jersey kid returned to his seat with a baseball with a Brewers glove logo printed on it. The other brother made a different choice, a single pack of 2008 Topps Opening Day, which, from my vantage point, had a sticker price of at least two dollars. Luckily for the fans surrounding this boy, such packs do not contain unstable isotopes, as this pack went through hell. Somehow, though, by the end of nine innings, it remained unopened. I will forever wonder what cards were contained within.
A baseball game on a school night plus some good hits...another collector in the making.