We were at an A's/Giants game last year for my birthday and I decided that although baseball isn't really my sport of choice, maybe I could make it more interesting for myself if I picked one of these cute men as my BB. I looked up, and there he was ... a massive poster of Buster. I decided that although he was super young, he could be my man for the season. If he turned out to be a terrible player that I never got to see do anything cool, I'd trade him in the next year.
One World Series season later, I'd say I did pretty good.
Nick, who collects hundreds, maybe thousands of baseball cards, mailed me this rookie card for my birthday. yay!
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