I collected baseball cards as a kid. I mean I really, really collected baseball cards as a kid. When most of my friends were buying a just pack or two at a time, I would ride my bike down to Klotzbach’s Little Store and buy the entire carton. The gum in those packs was hard enough to pick a lock but it gave the card an unforgettable smell.
Even at that early stage of life there was something about being associated with a winner.