Who is the man: Brooks Robinson had solidified himself as a World Series legend the previous year, putting his defensive prowess on display against the Reds in the 1970 Fall Classic.
Can ya dig it: This is not a flattering photo of Robinson, especially after he hit .484 during the previous postseason.
Right on: That dot in the "I" in "Robinson" looks like a 12-year-old girl signed his name.
You see this cat Robinson is a bad mother: You'll see it in a minute, but anytime the back of you card mentions that you were the MVP of the previous year's World Series, that's bad ass.
Shut your mouth: An AP writer famously wrote: "Brooks never asked anyone to name a candy bar after him. In Baltimore, people name their children after him."
No one understands him but his woman: Robinson met his wife, Connie, an airline stewardess, on a team flight. Fifty years of marriage later, she's helped care for him through his various illnesses in the last few years.
(A word about the back): What the heck, let's harp on the typos again. There needs to be an "s" on the end of Assist in the write-up.
