Category: Baseball Card Collection
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Blech! Don’t Like It!
For the record card companies have never asked me to advise them on their product. Ever. But boy do I have a list to go over with them if they ever did. Love Dikembe “Mount” Mutombo and his famous finger wag which I’ve tried teaching to my granddaughters for their…
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I Want It, I Want It, I Want It; You Can’t Have It!
It’s like The Who’s “Magic Bus” ringing in my ears with Daltry whining, “I want it” endlessly, and Townsend’s resounding response, “You can’t have it!” Thus is my collecting experience, sometimes. This has nothing to do with those high-end honey-would-you-mind-if-I-take-out-a-second-mortgage-on-the-house type cards. Rather it’s either a card that’s available for…
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YES!!!!
There are a number of cards I want whose ownership is tied to me miraculously winning the lottery. The miracle being that I don’t play the lottery. I often joke with my son about him getting me a Willie Mays rookie card, a 1951 Bowman #305. It can be in…
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A Parallel Intersection
Within the inundation of my card collection amid the chronologically boxed and bound are a polarizing lot identified as parallels. In a nutshell parallels in the collection world include varying color schemes, textures, imprints, or conceptual designs that match the order of the basic set. Most differences are obvious. Some…
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The Good (Gd), the Bad (F), and the Ugly (P)
Card condition is not irrelevant to me. It matters. Somewhat. But it’s not of utmost importance. If you saw my vintage collection you’d probably cringe at parts of it. If you saw some of my modern collection you’d shake your head disapprovingly. I have my thresholds, or tolerances, on what…
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Sides Matter
It’s either OCD or old age, or both. I have recently self-diagnosed myself as obsessive compulsive because things set me off when they interfere my routine or mundane world. By the same token I’m reluctant to admit I’m old and am seeking second and third opinions on that. My wife…
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There Is No Joy in Mudville
It was a Pony League game in the summer of ’71 with the bases loaded and me up to bat. (From the title you know where I’m going; you should.) I was a good baseball player, a centerfielder that could seemingly catch anything. My speed was more than adequate and…
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To Collect or Not to Collect, THAT Is the Question
I’m a strong believer in beginnings. Another way to put it is I believe in second chances as a new beginning for I KNOW I’ve benefited from those many times over – hey, I’ve been married for 42-years and my wife’s reminded me often how blessed I am to still…
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A Non-Dot-related Donruss Variation Fetish
The term variation can raise the ire of many collectors when it is used in context with Donruss Baseball. For the unfamiliar (this is where you would count your blessings) an eagle-eyed collector, or one with OCD (I’m disqualified because mine manifests itself in other more productive ways) discovered that…