Many people have a great story of how they became a baseball fan. I really wish that I had one, but I don’t. Actually, I have no idea at what moment I became one, though I know I did at a very young age.
My first memories of baseball are from around 1990 when I was five years old. My dad had stumbled upon a big collection of baseball cards that included some 1990 Topps cards. If you go back and look at those cards today, they’re nothing special, and they pale in comparison to the quality of cards that are being manufactured today.