1991 Fleer was in my wheelhouse. For a nine-year-old who earned minimal money helping with a paper-route, the price of Fleer cards fit my budget. Likewise, the vivid yellow border wasn’t a deterrent. In fact, I rather enjoyed the bright colors. So when Marcus over at all the way to the backstop, sent over a card from ’91 Fleer, I immediately recognized it just from glimpsing the border halfway through the stack.
#118, Carlton Fisk
Wonders never cease. Over 20 years ago, I got this card and put it in my binder with all the other Fisk cards. It was treasured and appreciated. Having gotten rid of my collection, I now have the enjoyment of getting all of these cards back. When I collected years ago, I had exactly two top-loaders and two penny sleeves. I don’t remember who I kept in these, undoubtedly some early ’90s rookie cards that would fetch thousands today. Never would I have thought that a 1991 Fleer card would be in a top-loader, but that is exactly what has happened thanks to Marcus. Nestled in the middle of my growing Fisk collection sits this priceless card.