We had the day planned, we just needed to pick a day that worked for everyone. In other words, we just had to get Mom and DLG out of the house so they wouldn't complain about being bored and then we could commence the DRAFT...
Home. 2pm. The first pick wasn't so much a pick as it was a coronation. There was no ceremony involved. G just simply put out his hand and told me. "I'll take Jackie Robinson, Dad." The smile on his face led me to believe that he would not fling that card around in his bedroom three weeks from now. I handed it over to him. I told him the story of how I bought that card for 5 bucks from a kid 5 years older than me when I was 9 years old just like him. He thought he got enough to buy a six pack with his fake ID. I thought I got one of the coolest cards ever made. It was a win win. G looked at me with a glazed look.

3rd Pick. 1968 Tom Seaver Topps. Even though he had a little trophy on his card saying All Star Rookie, this was not his rookie card. It was in mint condition and looked pretty cool. C was excited about that one, because I told him that was favorite card, even though not the most valuable. I remember my Dad surprised me by taking me to a random baseball card shop in Kennebunk, Maine when I was just 10 years old when we were on vacation. I looked around for hours and when I spotted that Tom Seaver card, he gave me 20 bucks to buy it even though I had already blown by my budget. I bought that card and a couple of other random cards. But that one was still my favorite.

4th Pick. Gil Hodges 1952 Bowman. This was another of the auction specials. I still remember this was the auction with my Dad when the kid in front of me threw up an entire can of Slice soda (remember that nasty crap?). I still have trouble drinking lemon lime sodas like Sprite and 7up. Yuck. C and G had no idea who this guy was, so they just believed me when I told him he was a great home run hitter. That seemed to have done the trick.
5th Pick. Johnny Bench, 1969 Topps. As with the Seaver Card, it had the big rookie trophy on the card, but it was not actually his Rookie Card. This was a baseball card store purchase. I made this one on my own when I was 16 years old. I'm sure the guy didn't take me for a ride since I was a tough looking 16 year old kid. I actually drove to the shop myself this time. The deal was not that great, but still a great looking card.
6th Pick. Hank Aaron, 1967 Topps. Another great looking card. This was another auction purchase. This was the auction where I tried to complete my 1964 Topps set (sans Mickey Mantle), but another guy kept outbidding me. Every time he won a bid, he would just have this weird satisfied smile, like he was passing gas and was proud of it. Now maybe it was just my paranoid 14 year old self, but I felt like Barry Weiss out there from Storage Wars as I kept getting the short end of the stick.
7th Pick. Ernie Banks. 1956 Topps. I honestly have no idea how I got this card. No story to tell on this one. I don't even know this guy well enough to talk the boys into thinking that they got a real cool baseball card.
8th Pick. Cal Ripken 1982 Topps. Our first real rookie card. I remember when Ripken was the reason that people still watched baseball (before McGwire and Sosa that is) and this card was one of my valuable. Now it is a middling card and most people remember his brother's baseball card with the vulgarity more than this rookie card. This was also the first card that was drafted that I got just from opening up packs of baseball cards.
9th Pick. Warren Spahn, 1956 Topps. Another card, the receipt of which I have no idea. Nice pick still

We continued on for another three hours until we picked through the first 60 cards. My back and head were killing me. The boys started to fight over whether C or G actually picked a 1975 Nolan Ryan card first. (They hadn't heard of the man before today) Yes, we spent four hours divvying up my baseball cards that I spent most of my child hood collecting. It brought back a lot of memories for me. And I couldn't think of a better way to spend a Saturday afternoon.