I grew up not liking the Montrêal Canadiens, and I grew up not liking Ken Dryden. I later came to realize how silly that was of course, and that it's human nature to not like the ones that are keeping your clan from winning battles. Dryden single handedly regularly stopped his rivals, in fact almost 80% of the time he won. In hindsight, I wish I could have watched the Greatest Goalie of All-Time with young eyes of appreciation, instead of young eyes of resentment. I certainly appreciate him now. No goalie has come close to dominating a complete decade the way Dryden dominated the 1970's. I couldn't imagine if he played with today’s goalie equipment. In just over seven seasons, he won six Stanley Cups, had a career 2.24 goals against average, a still All-Time best .922 save percentage, and a .743 win percentage, as well as four Vezina trophies. Had there been overtime in Dryden’s era, it’s almost a given that his 258 wins, 57 losses and 74 ties in just 397 NHL games would have turned into 300+wins, and an .800+ winning percentage easily. The 1971-72 Canadian hockey card set is gorgeous, and featured mostly posed photos, but Dryden's is a game photo of him preparing for what seems like an oncoming rush in the previous years playoffs. Most players in that era got their rookie card in their second NHL season, Dryden was technically still a rookie when this came out. From an Artist's perspective, another remarkable thing about this set is they were at least a quarter century away from any type of computer aided Photo Shop of any kind being used by trading card design teams. The colour separations on these cards were done the old-fashioned way, with layers of negatives and talented Artists wielding exacto knives and opaque brushes. His rookie hockey card is not only beautiful and iconic, but to me it is an absolute work of Art, and I've wanted to paint it forever. My young eyes looked at this card so much differently than the wiser eyes that painted it. These eyes now see nothing but joy and appreciation, with a smile instead of a frown.
Over the past 50 years, Hate has turned to Love right in front of my eyes. 
That's the power of nostalgia through Sports Cards. That's the power of Art.