1988 Major League Baseball Starting Lineup
Kenner debuted the Starting Lineup figures in 1988 by releasing a 132 player set. Each team had at least four players in the set except for the Canadian teams of Montreal and Toronto that had only one player because Kenner believed that there was an insufficient number of retail outlets in Canada to warrant a full team set, (Tim Raines and George Bell, respectively.) The Chicago Cubs and New York Mets had the most players in the set with seven per team. Kenner tended to distribute the players to stores by geographical region, so it was virtually impossible to complete the collection or find players from out of market.
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