You can't take them with you, but... maybe...

[tribefan]

You are at the Pearly Gates (if you are so lucky) and you are allowed to take your favorite sportscard with you. One and only one.

What is it?
More importantly, why?

Please post an image of your card to make it more interesting for everyone.

Not sure if anyone's tried this subject before... "favorite single card".
Sorry if it's a repeat but should be a fun post.

Here's my favorite of all time... 1973 Topps # 50

<a href="http://s176.photobucket.com/albums/w179/tribefan44001/?action=view&current=1973ToppsClemente.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w179/tribefan44001/1973ToppsClemente.jpg" border="0" alt="NFT - 1973 Topps Clemente"></a>

Why...

* Legendary player playing for my favorite NL team.

* The last card issued from his playing days and issued only months after his untimely death.

* 1973 was my first set collected and is still my favorite design.

* Rare game-action photo.

* Towards the end of that 1973 summer my cousin came to my house with his small stack of cards (we were both six years old). I had just about finished the set and had a huge stack of doubles. I traded him every card he needed from my doubles for that single Clemente card. I did this not because it was Clemente and he was worth it but because I needed it and he played for my Bucs! (I often wonder if I traded a Schmidt RC in that lot and whether my cousin still has his cards).

I actually have two of this card... the one I traded for, which is in awful condition (but still my favorite) and an upgraded one in my set.

If anyone has one that's clean, well-centered, etc. I'd love to trade for it.

 

[tribefan]

"Boo" in advance to anyone who posts, "It's my favorite card because I only paid $10 for it and it now books at $200!"

 

[Motown G]

Is this kinda like "Desert Island?" I can't narrow it down to just 1 card!

 

[Tim Carroll]

You could not have asked an easier question:

Why?......

* It was 1988 and I was only 9 years old. My father was happy that I had taken an interest in something (cards) that I was actually sticking to. He had asked me to show him my best cards. The only card I had worthy of a toploader in my small stack was a 1988 Score Gregg Jefferies. I returned home from school the next day (it was a Monday), and Dad was about to leave for work. He told me to go back through my cards to make sure I did not have any Mickey Mantle or Babe Ruth cards. I assured him I didn't, but after he continued, I had to prove to him that I did not. I was half way through the stack, flipping each card on the bed as I slid through them. "SEE! I told you I did not have any Mick.......ey...........MANTLE!!!! OH MY GOSH!!" Coming from a hard-working family that really pushed it to make ends meet - it was something I could have never dreamed of. I saw my Mom standing in the doorway to my room - crying. Dad smiled and rubbed me on the head before he left the room. I begged my Mom to tell me - "How?" She said - "He used some of the house payment money, then he went and sold his hunting rifle to make the house payment."

I was saddened and overjoyed at the same time. To know how hard he worked to pay the bills, and how much he loved his gun. To know how much he wanted me to have something that was not necessary but was NICE..... I knew my Dad loved me, but it was an awesome feeling to see how much he cared.


My dad is 56 years old today, and everyday I have with him is one I cherish. One of these days, I am going to let my son flip through his cards to prove to me that he doesn't have a Mickey Mantle. And I am going to prove him wrong.

Happy Birthday, Dad.



Tim

 

[tribefan]

You could not have asked an easier question:

Why?......

* It was 1988 and I was only 9 years old. My father was happy that I had taken an interest in something (cards) that I was actually sticking to. He had asked me to show him my best cards. The only card I had worthy of a toploader in my small stack was a 1988 Score Gregg Jefferies. I returned home from school the next day (it was a Monday), and Dad was about to leave for work. He told me to go back through my cards to make sure I did not have any Mickey Mantle or Babe Ruth cards. I assured him I didn't, but after he continued, I had to prove to him that I did not. I was half way through the stack, flipping each card on the bed as I slid through them. "SEE! I told you I did not have any Mick.......ey...........MANTLE!!!! OH MY GOSH!!" Coming from a hard-working family that really pushed it to make ends meet - it was something I could have never dreamed of. I saw my Mom standing in the doorway to my room - crying. Dad smiled and rubbed me on the head before he left the room. I begged my Mom to tell me - "How?" She said - "He used some of the house payment money, then he went and sold his hunting rifle to make the house payment."

I was saddened and overjoyed at the same time. To know how hard he worked to pay the bills, and how much he loved his gun. To know how much he wanted me to have something that was not necessary but was NICE..... I knew my Dad loved me, but it was an awesome feeling to see how much he cared.


My dad is 56 years old today, and everyday I have with him is one I cherish. One of these days, I am going to let my son flip through his cards to prove to me that he doesn't have a Mickey Mantle. And I am going to prove him wrong.

Happy Birthday, Dad.



Tim

Great story.
It might be difficult to repeat the same event with your son but good luck!

 

[dlackey]

Great story Tim.

Dennis
________
Extreme Q Vaporizer

 

[jdawg]

your dad getting a hunting rifle for his bday soon lol?

You could not have asked an easier question:

Why?......

* It was 1988 and I was only 9 years old. My father was happy that I had taken an interest in something (cards) that I was actually sticking to. He had asked me to show him my best cards. The only card I had worthy of a toploader in my small stack was a 1988 Score Gregg Jefferies. I returned home from school the next day (it was a Monday), and Dad was about to leave for work. He told me to go back through my cards to make sure I did not have any Mickey Mantle or Babe Ruth cards. I assured him I didn't, but after he continued, I had to prove to him that I did not. I was half way through the stack, flipping each card on the bed as I slid through them. "SEE! I told you I did not have any Mick.......ey...........MANTLE!!!! OH MY GOSH!!" Coming from a hard-working family that really pushed it to make ends meet - it was something I could have never dreamed of. I saw my Mom standing in the doorway to my room - crying. Dad smiled and rubbed me on the head before he left the room. I begged my Mom to tell me - "How?" She said - "He used some of the house payment money, then he went and sold his hunting rifle to make the house payment."

I was saddened and overjoyed at the same time. To know how hard he worked to pay the bills, and how much he loved his gun. To know how much he wanted me to have something that was not necessary but was NICE..... I knew my Dad loved me, but it was an awesome feeling to see how much he cared.


My dad is 56 years old today, and everyday I have with him is one I cherish. One of these days, I am going to let my son flip through his cards to prove to me that he doesn't have a Mickey Mantle. And I am going to prove him wrong.

Happy Birthday, Dad.



Tim

 

[Jaybo374]

Tim,

That is without a doubt one of the most fantastic nostalgic card stories I've ever heard.

My favorite card has to be a beat up 1980 Topps Johnny Bench card I have. The reason it is my favorite? It was the the card on the top of the first pack I ever bought. Being a dumb 8 year old, I thought "Reds" meant Red Sox. My dad set me straight on that one but never agreed with me collecting. Occasionally, he still rides me for devoting too much time toward a "worthless" hobby.

 

[Tim Carroll]

your dad getting a hunting rifle for his bday soon lol?

LOL, I went and saw him this morning. He loves strawberry pies, so that's what I got him as his "birthday cake". He's been very ill for the past 2 years so I really soak in the times I get to visit him. He was able to get the same brand/model hunting rifle a few years later (Browning 300 MAG old style: made in Belgium/assembled in Portugal), and it remains in his vault. He loves that gun as much as I love that card.


Tim

 

[Tim Carroll]

Tim,

That is without a doubt one of the most fantastic nostalgic card stories I've ever heard.

My favorite card has to be a beat up 1980 Topps Johnny Bench card I have. The reason it is my favorite? It was the the card on the top of the first pack I ever bought. Being a dumb 8 year old, I thought "Reds" meant Red Sox. My dad set me straight on that one but never agreed with me collecting. Occasionally, he still rides me for devoting too much time toward a "worthless" hobby.

That story reminds me so much of myself!! When I first opened packs back in 87/88, I remember getting a John Shelby in an Orioles uniform and a John Shelby in a Dodgers uniform. My brother and I were so excited becasue we had decided that since Shelby no longer played with the Orioles - that card was going to be worth a fortune. We missed the boat on that one.

Tim

 

[tribefan]

Tim's story is gonna be hard to beat - anyone else have a single favorite card to post (with picture)?