The Wheelhouse: Dust Off Your Trading Cards

When I was 10 years old, I wanted to be a game show host.

Maybe it's because Pat Sajak always had the answers and he got to hang out with Vanna White every day. Even the losers on game shows walk away happy with their parting gifts.

Long before I knew what fantasy sports were all about, my childhood was a euphoric blend of Press Your Luck re-runs and baseball – Little League, sandlots, Tigers, Braves, Cubs, TV and radio.

Peter Tomarken was as much of a hero to me as David Justice or Ryne Sandberg.

My path into sports probably started well before I was consciously aware of it. As a kid, I was scraping together loose change for packs of baseball cards and Becketts. Back then, my exposure to hyped up prospects was as simple as chasing down their rookie cards. My 10-year-old self did not understand the importance of Alex Rodriguez's pedigree as the Mariners' first overall draft pick in 1993. However, that I could own a share of him wor

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