1998 was filled with baseball, but it didn't mean a lot to me. Sure, I watched the home run race between Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa. But I felt more detached from baseball than I had ever been. In March, my daughter was born and the first thing I think of when "1998" is mentioned is her. She had a way of pushing everything else that I thought was important aside. I ignored old standbys of tracking time, such as sports and music, for the first time since I was in grade school. Hobbies and pastimes didn't exist anymore. The year was spent tending to human basics, feeding, bathing, sleeping, cleaning -- trying to keep everyone happy, basically, and not just the baby. On top of that, I was learning a new and complicated job. And an ice storm uprooted the family and our life for nearly a month. Baseball cards? Ha. Barely a thought. But, apparently for everyone else on the internet, 1998 rained down a bounty of cardboard on collectors. The most amazing cards an...
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