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Subtext: Buy Fleer baseball cards, kids, or Roger Clemens will travel to your home and bean you in your damn ear

February 21, 2013

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Ah, the happy days of Roger Clemens, before his career took a downturn, before he left the Red Sox and found an allegedly steroid-fueled pitching rejuvenation in Toronto, and before he joined the Yankees and became the mound-dwelling lightning rod of baseball’s inflated numbers era. Yes, in 1992 he was still a figure viable enough for a baseball card chase set and “superhero” puffery. (In some ways, this part of Clemens’ career was much like David Hasselhoff’s pre-burger “One to Grow On” era.) This was when all he had was a heater, when he had yet to add an on-field temper to his arsenal, one that fueled bat-throwing incidents and inspired potential targets to take karate lessons to protect themselves from the Rocket’s wrath.

Fleer baseball cards. 1992. BE THERE (OR ELSE).

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