And Then Came Baseball Cards (Part II) (524 hits)
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Submitted by RydinJ Deployed To Iraq (View user info) at 2005-10-19 16:40:16 EDT
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As the years went along Mike's collection of Matchbox Cars continued to grow, but it became more than just Matchbox Cars as time went on. Mike began to slip more than Matchbox Cars into his pocket, it started small and grew with time.
At the age of eight years old Mike's obbsession grew from Matchbox Cars to Baseball cards, when his father would go out to garage sales and flea markets, little Mike was sure to follow. He would be the typical little kid tagging along with his father and begging him to buy him this and that, usually getting something small from father but always getting what he really wanted himself. He would ask daddy to buy him a few random cheap baseball cards from a stack sitting on a table, and while his father was paying for them he would slip the remaining cards into his pocket. Being so young nobody payed Mike much attention in regard to any theft, by the time the seller realized the stuff was gone Mike was sitting in the back of his fathers car looking through his new collection.
By the time Mike was ten years old, his collection of Baseball Cards grew from a small shoebox in his closet to a full collection organized in books he received as gifts on holidays. Soon collecting Baseball Cards became a trading game between Mike and the kids in the neighborhood. Mike would bring his collection out onto his porch and the other boys in the area would bring theirs along, the trade session would begin. The boys would sit there for hours every morning and make trades and agreements to aquire certain cards they wanted, or cards they felt would be worth money in the future. On his front porch every morning Mike began to learn the value of business and how to scheme to get what he wanted, fair or not Mike always got what he wanted.
Mike usually resorted to smooth talking his fellow traders, which was a skill he gained watching his dad throughout his young life. But eventually as the traders and himself got older, they began to realize the real worth of these cards. Mike began to not make the trades he wanted, and often found himself leaving a morning of card trading not getting anything he wanted, he needed a new plan.
His new plan sparked in his brain one morning when his older brother asked his mother for ten dollars to take a girl out that evening. Mike's mother told her eldest soon that if he used his own money more wisely he would be able to entertain his lady friend himself, and that he hadn't done anything to merrit the ten dollars. When Mike's mother went to get ready for work his brother went into action, he went into his mother's purse and pulled out two five dollar bills and slipped them into his pocket. Growing up seeing people slip things that didn't belong to them into their pockets Mike once again used this as his next method of getting what he wanted.
The next morning as Mike and his friends set their daily trade session up on his front porch, Mike spotted his target. One of his friends had a rookie card belonging to Mike's favorite player on the Cleveland Indians, this was todays goal. A few hours passed by and Mike had tradded some low value cards, but he never once mentioned wanting that rookie card. Knowing he needed a reason to get his friends away from their cards Mike asked if anyone wanted to take a break from the trades and explore the woods behind his house. Being young kids exploring the woods was worth putting their trade session on hold, which is exactly what Mike wanted.
Not wanting to leave the cards sitting out, Mike told all the kids to bring them into his house and put them in his room for safe keeping. Just as they were about to embark on their adventure Mike told his friends he needed to get something out of us brothers room. Going back into the house Mike hurridly ran into his room and took one of his low value cards and slipped it in place of the rookie card he wanted. He then hid his newly aquired card on a shelf in his closet, running back out to his friends Mike announced that he couldn't find his brothers knife. With a smile on his face Mike and his friends began their exploration of the woods, nobody thinking twice about Mike going back inside.
Later that evening, all the kids were long gone Mike sat in his room admiring his newly aquired rookie card. Not feeling an ounce of remorse for stealing from his friends, mike gently placed the card into the sleeve of his best book and tucked his collection neatly in his closet. As he lay in bed that evening Mike thought of all the fun his trading sessions will become with his new found methods............
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Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2005-10-20 12:15:25 EDT (#)
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R, are you still up for Gruebermadness?
Let me know ASAP!!!
http://www.ubersite.com/m/77315
Submitted by CLAIRE1 (user info) at 2005-10-20 08:31:54 EDT (#)
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caption contest winner!
Submitted by RydinJ (user info) at 2005-10-20 07:51:41 EDT (#)
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on another note, don't get tagged with a SPN 41A(if they're still doing that) when you
eventually get your 214
then again, you could always go for a SPN 211 or 287(two of my favorites)
I receved a 320 which was a mixed blessing @ the time
scuse wht?
Submitted by joedaddy (user info) at 2005-10-20 03:39:56 EDT (#)
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yeah, although I still wish I had mine cause of the years
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on another note, don't get tagged with a SPN 41A(if they're still doing that) when you
eventually get your 214
then again, you could always go for a SPN 211 or 287(two of my favorites)
I receved a 320 which was a mixed blessing @ the time
Submitted by RydinJ (user info) at 2005-10-19 23:19:44 EDT (#)
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that sucks, i have all mine in the attic of my house.. but they arent worth shit these days and i doubt they will ever pick back up
Submitted by joedaddy (user info) at 2005-10-19 23:11:08 EDT (#)
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in the 50's, i kept all my baseball cards under the house
in the 60's, while i was in SE Asia, my mom found them and threw them all away
Submitted by RydinJ (user info) at 2005-10-19 17:04:07 EDT (#)
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well the army are hard working folk, its just that I am Signal, now sure you might say ahh you really arent important.. but out here its very important, all i do is make sure everyones got Phones, Internet, Secure Phones, Secure Internet, FM Radio on convoys, MEDIVAC, TMC' ect ect.. without us alot of people would be without coms, and whats more important than communications in a combat zone....
so im lucky to have a cush job working night shift where nothing big happens.. so ya.. i got it made...
Submitted by FartSmeller (user info) at 2005-10-19 16:53:31 EDT (#)
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You know, I just got out of the Navy, and we didn't do shit. But I always thought that the other services were hard working folks. Judging by the amount of times you post on here, all while being deployed, I can see that I was wrong.
Good times, bro.