Today, after dinner, my son (who will soon be eight) and I picked up a 2012 Topps Opening Day Retail Blaster Box. Not a bad deal – 77 cards for ten bucks.
He had a blast (no pun intended) opening up the packets and seeing who he got – and then separating them and stacking the cards up by team.
Best yet: He got no dupes in the 77 cards and got at least one player from every team sans the Cardinals. And, he also got a card for Mickey Mantle, Mr. Met and Raymond (the Rays mascot). He especially like the “Opening Day Stars” card for Jose Bautista with the 3D-effect. (I thought it was funny that he got a Jesus Montero Yankees card and a Michael Pineda Mariners card. I guess that tells you when they were cut – because he got Angels cards for C.J. Wilson and Albert Pujols…and a Marlins card for Health Bell and a Reds card for Matt Latos.)
He’s still at the age where he likes to “play” with the cards – looking at the pictures, reading the names, sorting them in different ways. He’s not at that stage where the cards have to be kept untouched and pristine. Oh, to be almost eight years old…
Before we got the cards, during dinner – and it was just me and him since my wife and daughter were at a birthday party – I reminded him that I had a race coming up. Related, I said to him that maybe one day, when he’s older, we’ll run a race together.
He said that running for miles was not his thing. And, hearing that, I told him that maybe that would change when he’s an adult, like it did for me.
Without any delay, he answered me with “Dad, did you forget? When I grow up, I’m going to be a baseball player!” Ah, yes, to be almost eight years old, indeed…