I traded away at least a dozen Pete Rose rookie cards. Of course, it was 1963. You know how cruel kids are. When he was a rookie we thought Rose was a punk, five feet nothing, a hundred nothing. Had no clue he would turn out as big as he did. I came home one day to find that my mother threw all my baseball cards away because she thought they were junking up the closet. Three-thousand baseball cards from the early sixties. I had all the famous players.