1991 Score Hot Rookie Frank Thomas

Growing up, outside of any Reds player or Griffey Jr., Frank Thomas was the guy for me. There was just something about “The Big Hurt” — the power, the stance, the presence at the plate — that made him stand out every time he stepped into the box.

I remember chasing his cards as a kid like they were gold. Still one of my all-time favorites to this day.

Who was your favorite player growing up (outside your home team)?

Had a little time to dig through another tote and it didn’t disappoint—some real classics in this batch.

The very first issue of Beckett Football with Bo Jackson is one everyone recognizes. Then the 50th issue packed with legendary hall of famers take it up a notch.

The Beckett Baseball 75th issue featuring DiMaggio, Mantle, Gehrig, and Ruth perfectly captures what every collector chases after. And those 90’s covers? Absolute nostalgia—Griffey Jr., Gretzky, Sir Charles, Maddux rocking the Braves uni, and Emmitt reminding us all to stay in school.

Can’t wait to see what the next tote has in store.

In Honor of Junk Wax Wednesday…

How many of you remember flipping through these pages to look up card prices? Not just to see what your own cards were worth, but also to find out who the hot chases were at the time. Going back through these old Becketts really takes me back to a simpler time in the hobby—when part of the fun was tracking down the next big card and circling the ones you wanted most.

Step inside the world of 2025 Topps Shoebox Treasures with artist Andy Friedman. This unique release celebrates hobby nostalgia through hand-drawn art, iconic baseball moments, and imaginative storytelling that connects past and present.

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Some of my fondest childhood memories are tied to the voices of Marty and Joe. Summer evenings on the deck with my Papaw, just listening to them call a Reds game, will always stick with me. Other times, I’d drift off to sleep in their basement, the radio playing faintly through the open window. Those sounds weren’t just baseball—they were family, comfort, and tradition.