That, my friends, is a 1963 Exhibit Pete Runnels that showed up in my “Houston Colt 45s” saved search sometime around a month ago. It was listed for under three bucks with another dollar or so in shipping, so it was mighty tempting from the start. But that’s not the end of the story, for this was no ordinary Exhibit.
- Um, the Sooner League? The “Big State” League? I’m going to have to do some more investigation here.
- Exhibits, as those of you who are familiar, have a wide printing gamut that ranges from 1947-1966. While the uniform will provide clues, it’s always great to know for certain what their actual print year was.
For some reason, this Bruce Von Hoff stood out to me as the one to nab. Perhaps it was the excellent signature in bright blue Sharpie, or the fact that one seller had two JSA’d copies up for just 10 bucks a pop and I’d yet to see another Von Hoff that wasn’t in pen. Who knows? Anyhow, here’s one of the latest additions to the Astro-graphs project, safe and sound in the team binder!
HOWEVER, George has been one of my favorites in all of baseball since he debuted back in 2014. He was the first hint of the bright light at the end of the tunnel that we knew was there, somewhere. Side note: it came, y’all. What’s more, Springer’s insane defensive ability is one of my favorite things about him, so a card featuring such a – well, feat – would definitely pique my interest.
But the reason I had to have this card was because I was at this game. I heard the small but certain crowd of Yankees fans present in the ballpark as they gasped in awe, wonderment, and hope as Todd Frazier lifted a ball that they were certain was surefire three-run homer. I stood in the concourse of the right field Mezzanine, craning my neck over three rows of standing fans, eyeing the trajectory of the ball and somehow knowing – perhaps with sheer blind hope – that the ball wasn’t leaving the yard. I stood on my tiptoes, staring past the overhanging edge of the section where I knew Springer would magically appear; I hopped as he leapt to make the grab, and I physically felt the emotional wave of despair leaving said Bronx invaders as they collectively exhaled in defeat. It was their best shot erased, and all of the Yankees fans knew it. I screamed out in wonder. I high-fived all my fellow comrades around me. We rejoiced.
So yeah, put all that magical shit on some cardboard, and I’ll buy it. It is the only Topps Now card I purchased all year (I’ll probably spring for the WS set before too long), but I think it’s the only one I really needed.