This seductive symmetry is a big part of the reason why I can't give up Strat-O-Matic. I've tried: I quit one league; I relinquished some administrative duties in another; I've explored other hobbies. I even tried baseball cards again for a while.
Ryan, by the way, got that no-hitter. Afterward I held his Strat-O-Matic card in my hand and stared at it as if I had been allowed to touch the Dead Sea Scrolls and, though I couldn't understand them, had sensed their importance.
It occurred to me that someone, somewhere, probably has my old baseball cards. He probably thinks, mistakenly, that he stole my childhood.