It was my freshman year in college as I was watching "The Simpsons" Halloween special in my dormroom, the phone rings. It was my mother calling me saying that our house was broken into. The thieves took just about everything valuable in the house according to my mom. She also said that none of my baseball cards were stolen.
On my next trip home for a weekend-probably for some home cooking and/or laundry use, I accessed the damage. I told my mom that some of my baseball cards were indeed stolen. She asked if anything was of value. I told her of some boxes and nothing major was gone. Only specific item I mentioned was my Cecil Fielder rookie card. This, I should add, all occurred the fall after his first season in Detroit-his 51 home run season.
Fast forward almost a year later, I go home once again for the weekend. It was also soon after my mom and stepdad returned from a trip from Florida. One of the first things my mom did when I got home was hand me the Cecil Fielder rookie card. Somehow, somewhere in Florida she bought it. I never asked for it nor hinted to her to do so.
Out of pure coincidence, that day of getting my Fielder rookie back, it was also Cecil Fielder's birthday. And during that night's ballgame, Fielder hit a home run also.
Now, when I look at my Fielder Topps rookie card. I think of my mom, the phone call, Fielder's homer and how a fond memory can happen from a bad incident.