Just to underline the wild fluctuation of card content in the big box of cards I received from Jonathan, I am opening a pack of 1995 Fleer that was contained within. OK, half my viewing audience just left. I don't care. I am the sole arbiter of what's interesting on this blog. I have never opened a pack of 1995 Fleer. I was starting my card collecting hiatus in '95. Once I returned, I was warned to avoid '95 Fleer. It looked strange. It smelled funny. You'll pick up bad habits, they said. You'll start hanging with the wrong crowd. So I stayed away. I received enough cards from the product through trades and such that I became aware of how bizarre a card set it is. It's not called "the acid trip set" for nothing. It's still difficult for me to grasp what designers were thinking in the mid-to-late '90s, and nothing is a better example than 1995 Fleer. One of my unrealistic goals on this blog is to discover someone who worked on t...
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