1987 Topps George Foster

So, I did manage to hit up the local card show this morning before feeling sick again. No, it wasn't that bad, but it did get me into baseball card fever. For those who don't know me well, I am an avid baseball card collector. I have a large collection, including several Topps sets from 1981 to 1993.

I often think about 'what if' as it relates to certain players who either retire at seasons end or are unceremoniously dumped mid-season. We are deprived of one last card which would list his entire career statistics on the back.

For example, we never got a 1984 Topps Carl Yastremzski upon his 1983 departure. We never had a 1974 Topps Willie Mays after his "heroics" in the 1973 World Series.

So, with nothing to do but sit in bed all day, I decided to do a super photoshop hatchet job and create one last card for a former 1986 Mets player. He was released in August, subsequently signed with the Chicago White Sox, and was cut by THEM after 15 games.

I present to you, the 1987 Topps George Foster!


 
 

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