I've been collecting cards since I was a knee high to a grasshopper (first and last use of that idiom). My earliest memories involved stuffing massive amounts of stale, dusted gum sticks into my pie-hole while thumbing through freshly opened wax packs, searching for the elusive Mantle or Mays only to be dealt your eighteenth Roger Repoz.
As an aging curmudgeon, I have, in recent years began to appreciate the "Ray Sadecki's" of the world - they had more blemishes than the matinee idol boys. These cards were more alluring than those prized ones that were free of dinged corners and not subject to defacing via the magic marker alchemy
These are the guys that looked like your Uncle Solly.
Here for consideration, are a few of my more admired selections: