I don't know why the folks at Fleer were so panicky in 1989. OK, so you can't exactly leave the mother of all curse words sitting there on a bat knob for everyone to see. But a Marlboro ad? Who cares about a Marlboro ad? Didn't Fleer know that kids growing up in the '70s and '80s had absorbed at least five cigarette advertisements per week since child birth? This is also when sports fans read magazines and every sports magazine featured at least one full glossy back cover displaying a flannel-shirt wearing mustache man chopping wood, or whatever manly men did in the '70s and '80s, while vigorously inhaling a glorious concoction of nicotine, tar, carbon monoxide and who knows what else. Meanwhile, a beautiful woman has plastered herself against him, fully insinuating that she was about to have sex with him, or the cigarette, or YOU if you smoked this cigarette . Nobody was blacking out any of those back cover ads. Besides, had Fleer ever been to a ba...
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