The year was 1989 and I was at Walmart with my dad. Topps had just released a set of baseball cards, and although I can’t remember the details, I do know that Dad bought my first set. At the age of 8, I was tickled pink that my daddy wanted to share the sport that he loved the most. Dad always wanted a boy, and he bet a case of beer that I would be his son at birth. (He lost that bet three ti…