![]() It wasn’t until I left home for college and worked for a bookstore in Phoenix that I walked into a Sports Memorabilia store and bought a 1975 George Brett rookie card. In those days, I couldn’t afford books, but a couple of times a week I could afford a pack of baseball cards. While pining for that card, I bought package after package of the current baseball cards, hoping with every pack to find the new Brett card. When I was baseball crazy in the 1980s and my favorite team, the Kansas City Royals, were contenders every year, I wanted nothing more than to find the 1975 rookie card of George Brett. I understand these desires, but of course, I don’t have a whispering, demanding voice in my head tormenting me. He will do almost anything to own that card. It has proven elusive, and wanting it has evolved from a pleasant aspiration into an impulsive, desperate need. Just a little prank.īrian Rusk owns a lot of baseball cards, but he doesn't have a 1956 Sandy Koufax card. Gaunt-dark blue, like the sea on a clear day, and strangely soothing. ![]() ![]() Just a prank, a voice whispered in his mind, and he saw the eyes of Mr. He didn’t think the thing he was supposed to do was exactly nice, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t anything totally gross, either. Then you better finish paying for it, a voice deep in his mind whispered. ![]()
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