My brother and I collected baseball cards. I didn’t realize their worth, or symbolism. I was young, maybe seven or eight. One of my brother’s favorite cards was a Ricky Henderson Topps Jumbo card. We had a brother’s argument. I ripped his Ricky Henderson card in half. My brother is two and a half years older than I am. He easily could have pummeled me into pieces. But I believe he saw that I already was. I felt anger. Anger that was driven very deeply inside my being and it wasn’t my brother that I was angry with. I wasn’t the baseball card. It was something to do with my baseball glove, and how I chewed the leather strings and about how I felt free while playing baseball, especially when pitching. It was about how the sunlight couldn’t lie, but somehow adults could. And they lied the worst.
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