Incidentally, funny story I have never told about Doc Gooden (weel not actually that funny...kinda stupid really).
When I was in college at Florida Southern in Lakeland, my frat had the contract to be the vendors at Tigers spring training games. I volunteered every year I could from 1984-88. After my six innings were done, I'd usually grab a dog and a brew or coke and sit in an empty box, watch the rest of the game and then head outside for autographs as the players came out to their cars from the clubhouse.
When the Mets were in town, I waited for Gooden, who came out with his Jeri-curl wet hair dripping everywhere and what did I stick in front of him to sign? NO, not a bat, glove, picture or ANYTHING of value! No, I had him sign his 1985 STRAT-O-MATIC CARD. Yeah, kinda an idiot. Think I did the same thing for Boggs, Rickey, Rice, and all the other grapefruit league studs. And I've LONG SINCE lost all of those Strat-O cards.