on Christmas i discovered a box in my parent's garage full of my old baseball cards. among the collection were a bunch of autographed cards. what no one knew as a kid was that i had my Mom forge almost all of the signatures. she was good at it and more than happy to oblige, a lot of believable variation in signature style. all the kids on the cul de sac thought i was tres cool. in truth, my coolness was a put on, worth less than a 1987 Beckett Baseball Price Guide used for reference at a sports card convention in 2010...