From the “Oh, no, she didn’t!” files:
Yes, I have binders full of baseball cards. Yes, over 80 of them have this man’s face on them. And yes, out of all those cards, this really was the one I chose to take all the way to Pennsylvania for an autograph.
Why? I dunno. Why do I do anything? I think the more pressing questions here are why this card exists in the first place (I know it’s a Broder, but that still doesn’t explain how the photographer talked him into this shoot) and who told him that mustache was a good idea.