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Planemonkey
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I remember pulling that 1987 Topps Mark Mcgwire from the Oldsmar flea market like it was yesterday. Flipping through those wood grain beauties one by one and there it was the most brilliant green staring back at me.
I was a winner that day. It wasn't always like that. I remember 1989 spending every last penny trying to pull that Upper Deck Griffey from Walgreens, and to never see #1 show up. Sure one of my mom's friends worked at Wal-Mart and he got all the boxes before they hit the shelves for something like $0.84 a pack, and he was kind enough to give me a Griffey, but that wasn't what I wanted I wanted to get it myself. Then there was the factory set he would sell me later, but I never would forget the feeling of disappointment. I remember playing grab bag where my best friend and I would take the cards we wanted to trade and dump them in a brown paper bad and take turns choosing one at a time. His favorite player was Jack Clark mine was Kirby Puckett.
I know these cards are powerful. Like anything of great power corruption often destroys the innocence.
Maybe that innocence is not lost completely.
May you all find that thing you love the most about this hobby and direct your energy to that innocent place where your imagination can live and breathe.
I am grateful for the good stories and the happiness these cards can bring, but I am mindful of the ways in which this hobby has and will continue to sometimes get the better of me.
Here's to better days ahead.
Ben
I was a winner that day. It wasn't always like that. I remember 1989 spending every last penny trying to pull that Upper Deck Griffey from Walgreens, and to never see #1 show up. Sure one of my mom's friends worked at Wal-Mart and he got all the boxes before they hit the shelves for something like $0.84 a pack, and he was kind enough to give me a Griffey, but that wasn't what I wanted I wanted to get it myself. Then there was the factory set he would sell me later, but I never would forget the feeling of disappointment. I remember playing grab bag where my best friend and I would take the cards we wanted to trade and dump them in a brown paper bad and take turns choosing one at a time. His favorite player was Jack Clark mine was Kirby Puckett.
I know these cards are powerful. Like anything of great power corruption often destroys the innocence.
Maybe that innocence is not lost completely.
May you all find that thing you love the most about this hobby and direct your energy to that innocent place where your imagination can live and breathe.
I am grateful for the good stories and the happiness these cards can bring, but I am mindful of the ways in which this hobby has and will continue to sometimes get the better of me.
Here's to better days ahead.
Ben
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