Top 10 reasons:
10. I'd get the "are you really going to talk trading cards to me" look.
9. I'd have to explain why a pack of cards costs $9.49.
8. She might ask to see my card room and tell me to clean it up.
7. She might ask to see my card room and see how much money I've spent.
6. I'd remind her that I inherited the collecting gene from her but instead of collecting something worthwhile like bells or angels, I collect pictures of men playing baseball.
5. I'd have to try to explain this:
It would take me all Mother's Day.
4. I'd be tempted to ask if I could explore my parents' attic just one more time because I KNOW there are STILL some cards up there that I've somehow missed.
3. I'd be tempted to ask why she never buys me baseball cards anymore.
2. I'd have to hear her say the word "baseball" in that way that she says it that makes it seem like she's pronouncing a foreign word for the first time.
1. I would have to tell her that she bought me the first packs of baseball cards that I ever saw and it's her fault that I'm so hopelessly hooked on the greatest hobby that has ever been created in the history of time.
Happy Mother's Day to all the moms.
Especially the ones who raised baseball card collectors.
Voluntarily or not.