Whenever I flip through a massive box of random cards at a show, my naughty bits get a little tingly whenever I spy a card from this set. There's always that glimmering hope that, being from baseball's junk wax era and all, an insignificant little rookie card of some kid from North Carolina might pop up. It never does, of course, and all you're left with is Mike Gminski's beard.
It's a nice beard, though, the likes of which is rare in the modern NBA. Sure, James Harden sets the standard, but the closest we get to a full white guy beard is Pau Gasol's Backyard Barbecue Scraggle-Fest. Not cutting it at all.
My non-lethal addictions currently include: Comic books, baseball cards, DVD's, and Hasbro Attacktix figures. I am on pace to become a full-blown grown-up sometime around 2047.
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