Club 99: Maybe in 1984 you just went for it: collected up a Mr. Big chocolate-bar wrapper, got your mum to write you a cheque for $8.50, sent it all in with your info to an Edmonton address, waited for word to come back on whether or not you’d made the cut as a member of The Wayne Gretzky Fan Club Inc. Just kidding: Wayne, who was 23 that year, was taking all (paying) comers, obviously. The benefits, once you were in? Pride of membership, of course. Plus the boasting you’d be doing to friends and family. There was loot headed your way from Wayne, too: as advertised, that included an “official” certificate of membership; a folder containing two colour photos of the man himself; an “action poster;” Wayne’s “personal biography;” and four newsletters a year. What more, really, could you ask for?