In the background of Dan Quisenberry’s 1988 Fleer baseball card, looking over the great relief pitcher’s shoulder, is a man in a red shirt and sunglasses.
Here is a guy, it would seem, who got to be on a baseball card simply by being at the right place at the right time.
“I’ve told people, yeah, I’m on a baseball card,” Patrick Melvin, the man in the red shirt, said. “And I think it’s worth 10 cents or something like that.”
You never know when the topic of baseball cards—and actually being on a baseball card—might come up in a conversation. Card collector Stephen Newton, for example, met
