The Joy of Living in a Baseball Card Shop

Back in 5th grade, my folks saw that I was struggling in school.  They decided to give me an incentive by way of the all mighty dollar.  For each 'A' this hopeless scholastic mess would achieve, I would have $10.  $5 for a B.  My brain was churning a mile a minute when I heard this news. "Okay, okay, okay...." I thought to myself.  "If I make straight A's, that is $80 to take to The Bullpen to spend on baseball cards at the end of the semester! Guess who got straight A's that semester?  This guy.  The next semester, I