Six in the morning the phone rang at the Patterson residents. A very unhappy full grown mand stood in the doorway of his bedroom, looking rather unhappy and half asleep. As he made his way down the hallway of his home, he tripped over a plastic toy cursing at his son for even having the thing. But as he tried to get up, he saw something that he really didn’t want to see laying on the floor. His signed baseball card for his childhood days was in shreds scattered all over the ground. “What happened…?” His mouth hung low in disbelief.