It's Christmas morning, 1968. Your oldest brother is in Nam, your sister has run off to Oregon to live on a free love collective and your other brother has stayed at State for the holidays so he can tend to the 41 pot plants he's growing in his dorm room. Maybe this gift will make things better...Great - baseball cards! Oh no - they're from last season. This is the worst Christmas ever.
The full view of Topps' gambit to clear out its inventory: