“What a wonderful tribute to a father from his son.”
“Great stories, love the passion!”
“Extremely well written and dripping with nostalgia.”
A heartfelt baseball card memoir about the moments that matter most—on and off the field.
There’s something special about the sound of a pack of baseball cards being opened.
For some, it’s just a hobby. For others, it’s a connection—to childhood, to memories… to someone who mattered most.
Cards From My Father is more than a story about baseball cards. It’s a story about growing up, learning life’s lessons, and the bond between a father and son that never fades.
This memoir captures the moments that shaped a life.
From Wiffle ball in the backyard to Little League games and the thrill of opening wax packs together. Through laughter, lessons, and shared experiences, this story reflects:
- The guidance only a father can give
- The memories that stay with us forever
- The simple moments that mean everything
Whether you’re a collector, a baseball fan, or someone who cherishes family memories, this story will hit home.
This isn’t just about baseball.
It’s about growing up. Looking back and realizing what truly mattered all along.
If you’ve ever opened a pack of cards as a kid. played catch in the backyard, or learned life lessons from someone you looked up to, this story is for you.
Cards From My Father
A moving father-son baseball memoir filled with nostalgia, life lessons, and the love of the game.
Don’t miss this heartfelt story that has resonated with readers who value family, memory, and the game that brings them together. Relive the moments that matter most.
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About the Author
Frank DeBlasi is a lifelong New York Mets fan and devoted baseball card collector whose passion for the game has shaped both his life and his writing. Raised on Long Island, Frank shared countless moments with his father, learning about family, perseverance, and the joy of collecting through their shared hobby. His memoir captures these treasured memories, celebrating the enduring bond between father and son and the stories that connect generations.
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An excerpt from the opening chapter
This is where the story begins.
What made baseball stick for me—and what made it grow into something far bigger than a game—was the way my father shared it. He didn’t just tell stories about the Dodgers or the games he had played as a kid. He lived those stories, and he invited me in, slowly, patiently, with every throw, every word, and every quiet encouragement.
I could see it in the way he explained the rules when I was learning to throw and catch. He had a patience I still admire, a quiet dedication to helping me understand the nuances of the game. And through it all, he showed me that baseball was about more than skill. It was about love, commitment, and the joy of being part of something bigger than yourself.
My earliest memories of baseball with my father weren’t about stadiums or professional games—they were about small, intimate lessons played out in the backyard or on the stoop in front of our house.
When I missed a catch, which happened often at first, he didn’t sigh or scold. He jogged over, picked up the ball, and tossed it back to me with a steady smile. “Try again,” he said. And I did, over and over.
Each small success—finally catching a ball, finally making a decent throw—was celebrated, quietly but fully, with a nod, a word of praise, a shared smile. It was in these moments that I began to understand something fundamental: baseball was never just about the game. It was about the people you shared it with.
As I got older, the lessons deepened. Watching him, I began to understand the game not just as a set of rules or a pastime, but as a rhythm, a conversation, a narrative in motion.
Even before I realized it, the lessons my father had learned as a boy became lessons for me. Baseball became our language—a way to communicate, to bond, and to create memories that would last far longer than any season.
By the time I opened my first pack of cards in the car on the way to a Little League game, my father had already laid the foundation.
Reflecting on those moments now, I realize they weren’t just about baseball. They were about connection, trust, and the simple joy of being together. Those moments created a bond that would carry through childhood, teenage years, and even adulthood—long after the games ended and long after the first pack of cards was opened in the car that day.
Continue reading Cards From My Father to step into the full story of a game, a collection, and a bond that shaped a lifetime.
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