If you can think of a cliché involving baseball cards, chances are it applies to me.
Put them in the spokes of my bike with a clothespin so it would kinda sound like a motor? Yup, did that.
Flip them against the wall to see who could have one land the closest, or land on top of the other person’s card? Sure.
Trade my “doubles” for my brother’s “doubles?” O…
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