Getting Back

I have severely neglected the blog over the last few months; but it’s not because I haven’t been writing at all. I have been very fortunate to land a few writing gigs that are actually printing in nationwide magazines and widely viewed websites! I don’t really know how I got here but I am ever thankful for all of the support from the people who have promoted and shared my blog over the last few years. Without that support, I wouldn’t have had the opportunities I’ve so graciously been given over the last year.

I go to bed every night with the best of intentions for the next day. I always say to myself, “tomorrow I will write a new piece for the blog.” But unfortunately, that gets in line with all of the other good intentions I go to bed with. “Tomorrow” is always the day that I am going to get up early and eat breakfast before work. It’s the day that I am going to eat better and take better care of my body. It’s the day that I am not going to sweat the small stuff; I’m going to just breathe deep and enjoy the day. It’s the day that I am going to go home from work and play in the yard with the kids. And it’s the day that I am going to end by getting to bed at a decent hour, ready to do it all again the following day.

Do you want to know what “tomorrow” turns out being every single time? It winds up being the day that I roll out of bed with about 12 minutes to get ready and leave my house for work. I don’t have time to eat breakfast so I down a bag of Doritos and a Diet Dr. Pepper at my desk mid-morning. That throws off my appetite, so I never actually eat a real meal for lunch. By not eating lunch, I am starving when I get home, so I go for some more chips, crackers, or cookies. I’m so burned out by the time I get home from worrying all day about every moment of the day, I hardly have the energy to walk from the truck to the house; so playing outside in this South Georgia heat is out of the question. I ultimately land on the usual activity of fiddling around the house with this or that and getting locked into some TV marathon or Braves Game until 11. Then I get ready for bed and spend another hour or so on Twitter.

I think the old saying goes, “even the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry”. This is so true. But so is another saying that I think fits my problems better; “the best laid plans take 40 years to complete”. I may not start eating healthier until my doctor forces me to; which could be any day. I will most likely always be a worrier. Sleep is one of my favorite hobbies so getting up “early” will always be a challenge. And I suppose that lack of getting up early helps feed into the staying up late. One thing I constantly try to improve is the time spent with my kids. Unless we move to a more climate-friendly region, playing outside during the summer may always be a challenge. It has been 100 degrees since Friday and it doesn’t cool down until the sun is well on the other side of the Earth. But I have tried to take them to the movies, to the mini golf course (at night), and just generally spend more time with them lately. They will always be my children but the moments of them actually being kids get shorter with every passing day.

Finally, I am trying to make amends to my neglected blog with this very post. When we neglect material things, it isn’t so life changing. But we do often forget about how meaningful they are to us and how much joy they bring us. And even though I collect sports cards all day every day, I have recently neglected all of the cards I already have and have focused on cards that have just released or will be released in a week or so. Rookie cards and “Prospect Mania” have a tendency of getting in the way of best laid plans. So while I sit at my kitchen table and look at about 12 “Junk Wax Era” boxes that I’ve been meaning to open, I can look across the room at the trash can and see a mound of shiny wrappers that I have been busting from the 2019 blasters and hobby boxes that have consumed me recently.

All of this busting new product has even made me wonder which cards are the actual “junk”. I don’t mean that as disparaging as it sounds but I’ve begun to ask myself questions like, “would the better pull be a 2019 Heritage JD Martinez or a 1989 Fleer Mike Greenwell?” Would I rather pull a 2019 Unparalleled Tyreek Hill or a 1990 Score Christian Okoye? “What about a 2018 Prizm Gordon Hayward versus a 1990 Hoops Larry Bird? Sure, there are autographs/relics/parallels/variations/short prints to be found today, and that is what keeps me coming back for more. They are splashy and can be worth a pretty penny. They also cost a pretty penny and like a poorly executed cannonball, a hobby box doesn’t always make a splash. But my answer to all of the questions above would be Greenwell, Okoye, and Bird. So in the end, particularly from a collecting standpoint, is a box full of 2019 commons any less “junky” than a box of 1991 commons?

I promise that this isn’t a “new product poo-poo piece” as much as it is a reminder for me not to stray too far from my roots. I really enjoy new products. I just enjoy them a little too much! I will continue to open them. In fact, I have 2019 Donruss Football and 2019 Archives Baseball ready for a weekend Periscope very soon. But for me personally, new products have become more like empty calories than a filling meal. I love the process of eating potato chips because they taste so good. But when I see an empty bag in the trash, my thought process is more of “what did I just do” rather than “man, those really were good”. And I am usually still hungry. Does that mean I am going to completely cut out potato chips? No way! I don’t have that kind of will power. But I can put the chips down sometimes and go with a handful of peanuts or a bowl of cereal. They aren’t 100% healthy either, but they are better than the chips. Am I making any sense at all?

That handful of peanuts or bowl of cereal is certainly representative of “Junk Wax Era” cards in this analogy. A bag of chips is handsome looking with a lot of flair but usually has a lot of air in the bag as well. Think about those one pack products that are releasing in 2019 with a ton of money put into the packaging but only 5 cards in the box. Peanuts come in a big ole canister and are packed to the rim. Cereal can even spill out when I open the package if I don’t do it carefully enough. That is what 1989 Fleer baseball is. It is packed to the gills and by the time I am done sorting a box, I am completely full. I’m not reaching for a second box of ’89 Fleer to bust when I am done. And it isn’t because I didn’t enjoy the rip of the first box. It is because I just got done ripping and sorting 500 cards, and not 5.

And believe it or not, I sometimes have the exact same value in cardboard when I am done with that box of 1989 Fleer as I am that box of 2019 Gypsy Queen. You may not agree with me here, but it is the truth. Every box doesn’t come with a Vlad Guerrero or Pete Alonso. Just about every box of 1989 Fleer comes with a Ken Griffey Jr., Billy Ripken (one version or another), Gary Sheffield, and Randy Johnson. The difference is the “chance” to pull that Vlad or Alonso autograph. That is what you and I are paying for. And I still believe that on a reasonable scale, it is worth it. My scale just needs its calibration reconfigured; that’s all I am saying.

Part of that re-calibration is getting back to my blog as often as I can. My blog is where I write about the products that mean something to me, not where I muse about valuable cards. So getting my focus back on the blog means correcting the neglect I have been showing for the cards that are so meaningful to me. In turn, this will ultimately have an impact on the attention that I am showing to new products, but in a good way. The new products aren’t going away, they are just going to be more balanced. My appetite for cardboard, peace of mind from writing, and wallet will all be thankful for this move. I’ll still be ripping with my periscope audience and for my small, but growing, YouTube subscribers. But I will be here more often as well, talking about some of the cards and memories that brought me to where I am in the hobby today.

I am very thankful for where I am in the hobby today. I am thankful for the opportunities that have come from this meager blog. I am thankful for the people I have met and the trips I have taken simply because of the exposure the words written on this website have brought me. But neglecting the blog makes me feel like I’m trying to “get a little too big for my britches”, as my dad would say. And that never worked out for me in the past. I’m going to keep pursuing every opportunity I’m given and I am going to write for Beckett as long as they will accept my submissions. This isn’t what the post is about. It’s about getting back to my collecting base. It’s about getting back to the smell of 30 year old wax, the feel of brittle gum sticks, the look of holographic team logo stickers, and the challenge of putting together a puzzle of Carl Yastrzemski. That is what this is about!

J-Dub

Are My Childhood Sports Cards Worth Anything?



For those of us who have been in and around the hobby for many years, it isn’t news to us that sports cards have seen a resurgence. There are a lot of people who are starting to figure this out though; thanks to some high profile publicity over the last several months. This is not where I am going to offer a drawn out opinion on what is going on with Gary Vee promoting the hobby, because I think the situation is fluid and there is no clear cut take that I am comfortable with. I think that ultimately, exposure is good but the right kind of exposure is the key. Exposure will make the people come to the hobby; providing the right kind of exposure once they get here is up to us, the long-time collectors.

There are definitely some sports cards on the market today that are super valuable and could potentially change your life if you are lucky enough to find them. But you have to understand that if you are in the hobby for that reason, it is a big gamble and you are almost guaranteed to burn out quickly. I have been collecting all my life, and if I didn’t love it and it hadn’t been so meaningful to my life, I would’ve left a long time ago. I’m not here to get rich, but if I pull something valuable along the way, I’m not going to be upset about it. This is the way I view this hobby; I’m here to enjoy the cards and collect my favorite players and sets. Whatever else happens can be considered “having my cake and eating it too”.

We can talk more about modern cards of value at some point but for those returning to the hobby after a hiatus; I think the subject of “Junk Wax” is where we need to start. If you ever check the responses or mentions when Gary Vee posts about sports cards, many of them are along the lines of, “Are the cards from when I was a kid worth anything?” As collectors, we get this question quite regularly in our day to day lives. I am pretty sure that the entire world collected sports cards in the 80’s and 90’s, so when people find out that some of us still do it in 2019, the question presents itself in some form or fashion. A lot of people still have a box of cards from when they were a kid or a binder that has been sitting in a closet at their parents for 30 years. And trust me, most of us LOVE looking through those cards with you to see if you have something cool. So with the pumping up of the industry happening all around us, these questions deserve some examination.

First, let me offer an explanation of one of the terms that will be used here regularly. Most collectors know this already but as this might reach somebody new, the term “Junk Wax” refers to the cards we collected during the big boom of the industry from around 1986-1995. The time frame varies from collector to collector but it is referred to as “Junk” because it was so massively overproduced. There are still cases and cases of 1987 Topps sitting in a warehouse somewhere. I prefer to view “Junk Wax” as more of an endearing term that represents cards from my youth. It is sort of like “Dad Bod” being somewhat derogatory but also embraced by society, both men and women alike, as a positive or cool thing.

Also, as it pertains to “value”; we all know that is a designation of relativity. A $5 bill is not the same to someone else as it may be to me. And a $100 bill is not the same for many of us either. So value, in the context of my collecting habits can be broken down as monetary value, social value, and nostalgic value.

  • Monetary Value – This is the value attached to cards from a cash standpoint that may be identified as buy and sell items.
  • Social Value – This is value that provides a way for collectors to connect, trade, and build their PC needs.
  • Nostalgic Value – This is value that is tied to the meaning behind the cards. Perhaps the card meant something to you as a kid or ties a memory to a moment in time. This is the type of value you will find most commonly associated with the “Junk Wax Era”.

With this in mind, when someone asks me if their cards from when they were a kid are worth anything, the answer is generally, “not likely”, but we now know that it is a little more complex than that. The ‘90 Donruss, ’88 Topps, ’91 Fleer, and ’92 Leaf sets of the world really have no tangible monetary value. But long time collectors aren’t just throwing those cards in the garbage either. That 1989 Gregg Jefferies Future Star was once a retirement piece that was set aside by the masses. It is now a .50 cent card that provides more nostalgic value than 90% of the cards on the market. When someone in the hobby mentions Gregg Jefferies, it is synonymous with “cards I collected as a kid.” If I pull one, it still goes in a toploader.

The truth, as it relates to monetary value, is that there are very few cards from that era that carry anything more than a $5 price tag. There are certainly exceptions but the advent of social media, eBay, and other selling sites, combined with what we know now about production numbers from that era, has transformed the 1986 Donruss Jose Canseco, 1985 Topps Mark McGwire, 1990 Pro Set Emmitt Smith, and 1989 Hoops David Robinson cards into collection pieces that can be bought all day long for a few bucks. I won’t even get into an explanation of grading because the odds are; if you are finding the box in your childhood closet, those cards aren’t graded. We’ll save that discussion for another day.

We will touch on condition, however. What makes the vintage cards from the 50’s and 60’s so valuable is tied to scarcity and condition. So many of those cards were tossed away or used as play toys, the basic number of cards still in reasonable condition make those somewhat rare. In any collection, rare is good. By the late ‘80’s, we had learned to keep our cards in better condition because they could be worth something in the future. We used toploaders, binders, and screw-down holders to keep the highly sought after cards in “pretty good” condition. But “pretty good” condition isn’t good enough anymore. And 90% of our collections went into big cardboard boxes for posterity so “pretty good” might be generous.

That fact, combined with the printing errors (miscuts, off-center photos and borders) that are rather commonplace in sets from those days, there is still somewhat of a premium for cards that are in mint or pristine condition. For example, the Ken Griffey Jr. Upper Deck rookie from 1989 sells on eBay for about $30 if you still have it in a toploader or binder. If it is graded by one of the major companies, and certified as mint condition, it sells for about $450. Whatever your understanding of value is, that is a pretty self-explanatory comparison without having to go into the ins and outs of grading.

The average “big box of cards” sitting around the house collecting dust from your childhood likely won’t have the ’89 Upper Deck Griffey or ’86 Donruss Canseco in there. These were the cards we put aside for safekeeping and either sold when we were getting out of the hobby or traded them for other cards we thought were going to be valuable and ultimately wound up in the big box when the players didn’t pan out. I am envisioning those trades that involved the likes of Todd Van Poppel, Kevin Maas, and Phil Plantier. But who knows, you might get lucky and stumble on something you forgot was there.

Let’s make this clear. I love Junk Wax. I love the nostalgia, the players, and most of the sets. There are some real beauties hanging out in that era. You just have to know what you like and know what to look for. With that in mind, here is a handy guide of what I look for when I get the call to look through somebody’s old cards. Spoiler alert; Monetary value is very minimal, Social Value is pretty solid, and Nostalgic Value is through the roof!

Draft Pick Cards
This particular Steve Avery has more sentimental value than most. But I also loved the Robin Ventura, Frank Thomas, and Ty Griffin cards. There was something cool about seeing players in high school and college uniforms.

1989 Upper Deck
The Griffey is the obvious prize but ’89 Upper Deck features a lot of fun cards in a design that is as iconic as you’ll find from the 80’s. Even without the Griffey, you’ll be happy to stumble on something from this set.

Oddballs
I love Kmart, Rite Aid, Purina, and whatever other odd retail cards you can find. They almost always have a checklist of superstars and they are unique designs that you may not remember.

Unique Photos
Upper Deck had a lot of these but you could find plenty in the other sets as well. The triple exposures were a lot of fun!

Pro Vision
One of my all time favorite subset cards. I’ve never met a Pro Vision I didn’t like.

Leaf Gold
These were on a completely different level when they were released. These cards just oozed elegance. I still enjoy finding these in random box searches.

Topps Gold
If you are REALLY lucky, you might find a “Gold Winner” like the Molitor above. But just finding base gold is enough to sit and stare for a while.

Gallery of Stars
Diamond Kings also fit in this category but the early 90’s Gallery of Stars were awesome! They had gold foil and felt like high end inserts. The checklist was solid as well.

All-Star Rookies
Topps has had its share of misses among the Future Stars but “most” of the time; the All-Star Rookies are players that performed well when they first hit the field.

Errors
Some are more obvious than others but during the Junk Wax Era, error cards were mostly unintentional and were always fun to chase. How do you like the condition of this gem? This is what many cards in the big box wind up looking like over time.

Mid-Late 80’s Fleer
Fleer did not make a bad set from 1984 through 1989. We’ll forget that 1991 ever happened for this section. I love all superstar cards from this era of Fleer!

1992 Bowman
This set has some of the biggest rookie cards from the early 90’s, along with some of the greatest photos in the history of sports cards. If you find a rookie from 1992 Bowman, odds are that it will either be a good player or a super cheesy photo.

1987 Topps
Is there really anything to say here other than; 1987 Topps?

1989 Fleer Billy Ripken
This is quite possibly the most infamous card from the 80’s. If you don’t know the story of the ’89 Ripken, you need to read it HERE!

Ken Griffey Jr.
All day, every day! There is no such thing as a bad Ken Griffey Jr. card.

Frank Thomas
Like Griffey, every card that Thomas appears on is a keeper. Some are better than others, like this sweet ’92 Topps.

When you ask the question, “Are my cards from my childhood worth anything”, the short answer is “no”, so long as you were a kid from 1980 to 2000. The longer and more accurate answer will take some sorting, research, and time. And what that really means is that there might be a few specific cards in a box of 5,000 that may be worth a few bucks. But that is only taking monetary value into consideration. When considering social and nostalgic value, you really can’t put a price on “Junk Wax”. There is still a great feeling that comes with finding a Gary Sheffield RC or a Juan Gonzalez Reverse Negative or a Nolan Ryan Triple Exposure card. This is where the value lies for cards in that era. When someone tells you they would take the cards but won’t pay a whole lot for them, they likely aren’t lying. The cards have value; they just aren’t worth a lot of money, if that makes sense.

If you find yourself in a situation where you want to know what your “Junk Wax Era” cards are worth, my recommendation is to go to someone you trust. Ask someone who has nothing to gain, other than assisting you in browsing the collection. But also, expect the discoveries to be more fun than lucrative. There are some gems to be found in the “Junk Wax Era” but we learned a long time ago that we aren’t retiring on sports cards we collected in 1988.

J-Dub

Alone In A Theater

Do you ever just sit and try to put your life’s journey on a movie screen inside your head? It’s sometimes difficult to block out the noise around you and just be in that headspace for a moment. Sometimes it only takes a moment, like your life is a movie trailer as opposed to a full length feature. But sometimes you actually get enough clarity to sit and analyze and critique things as if you are seeing it all unfold again before your very eyes.

Have you ever seen that movie and been totally happy? How many times have you walked out of that theater and thought, that’s an award winner? Or have you been more like me and thought, “there sure were some plot holes, bad characters, meaningless scenes, and odd choices by the main protagonist”? There is always something you would have improved about the film if you had the choice. But by the time you watch it, it’s too late. The film on the screen is a real life documentary and the changes you’d like to make are all in hindsight, which they all say is 20/20; whoever “they” are.

A running theme when I sit to watch my own film is one of chaos. An image I see over and over is me walking through a scene towards the camera in slow motion. But the action all around me is moving in real time or, in some cases, almost sped up a tick, making my movements even more sluggish. Sometimes I don’t care; I’m just moving along at what feels like a comfortable pace and everything else is detached from me and independent from my decisions. But sometimes I want to catch up with what’s happening around me but I just can’t seem to move fast enough. It can be a little exasperating.

Then there are moments when the chaos disappears and it looks almost as if I’m walking in space with stars and neon colored nebula around me. It’s very peaceful. It’s almost too peaceful; lonely and quiet. It is clear that the scene is being played out in my mind. It is the place I go to when the chaos has oppressed my thoughts and my vision. It’s a necessity but it doesn’t advance the main storyline, if that makes sense. None of this makes the same sense when I see it in word form as when I am watching the film, but maybe this is the part that was influenced by Guillermo del Toro, who knows. But this interstellar moment always comes when it feels like the bedlam from the previous scene has just about sapped the life out of me.

When I emerge from the galaxy segment, I’m back on the same road as before. But the chaos is gone; replaced now by ashes and rubble. It’s not a scene of despair as much as it feels almost like starting over. But I’m not starting with a blank slate; I’m starting with the remnants of what was destroyed before. I guess the imagery does seem a bit despondent or sorrowful but that’s just the natural order of the events that take place. I want to stay in this moment and breathe but I don’t like the feeling of my surroundings. I need to try and rebuild.

And that is where the chaos slowly begins to appear again, during the rebuild. I add things that are unnecessary because I hope to be this well-rounded and versatile person that can not just be a good person in general. I want to be the best husband, always giving my full attention to providing for my wife. I want to be the best father, being there for every moment of my children’s lives, and guiding them along their path. I want to give all I can to each of them, realizing that my best moments lay in the lives they create for themselves. I want to be a good friend to those who have been good to me. I want to be a good employee that goes to all of the extra-curricular activities and leaves blood, sweat, and tears at the office everyday.

I want to be a great writer; showcasing equal parts knowledge, entertainment, and continuity for readers. I want to be a softball player, a basketball player, a gamer, a horror movie buff, have a nice house, have a nice yard, have a nice vehicle, have knowledge of both 1985 Donruss and 2018 Panini Select, understand the economy, understand the political climate, understand religion, interpret lyrics of deep, meaningful songs, and understand why slow cars drive in the fast lane.

There are a lot of things I want for my life. Some are selfless and some are selfish. I struggle to balance the two. How much do I do for myself, knowing that it sacrifices what I could be doing for someone else? It becomes an either/or very quickly and the consequences of any specific choice result in the previous chaos that led to the desolate road I am walking on now. If I’m selfish, I disregard the people in my life that are important to me. I feel anguish and disappointment in my decisions if they aren’t for “the greater good”. On the other hand, if I am selfless, I carry around bitter feelings because I think that I don’t matter to anyone. I carry around self doubt and emotions about my own worth.

This is when my life slows way down again and everything around me starts to speed up. I can see it and feel it but I think I’ll be able to handle it every time it starts again. I think I’ve learned something from the past and I’ll be able to prioritize and manage. But it’s always a trap. It always leaves me gasping for air and looking for a life raft. The scene that closes the movie is always the same. It’s very similar to the scene from “Shawshank Redemption” when Tim Robbins finally reaches freedom. The imagery is the same but the meaning is different. This is more about me reaching out and grasping for that next scene where things are peaceful and quiet. Because next time, I’ll surely get it right. Won’t I?

J-Dub

What In The Wide World of eBay?

When I was in my collecting infancy in 1989, I had two real options to buy cards. I could go to the store or I could try to get to a card show and that was it. While I did have multiple store options back then, from Wal-Mart to grocery stores to convenience stores, the card shop was about 30 minutes away from my sleepy little town. I remember two brothers having a makeshift shop in their father’s insurance business, but that was it. Shows weren’t big in my city either, though they were booming in various parts of the state like Macon, Valdosta, and Atlanta. Those were the good ole days when there was no difference in “Hobby” and “Retail” and no one was buying all the Hoops from Wal-Mart to run back to their neighborhood and sell them for 3x the original cost.

Life was pretty simple then; you bought cards at the local retail outlet, you looked for inserts and rookies, you scanned the Beckett for the value, and you traded with your friends. The internet was nowhere near being discovered for me and the thought of buying something through the mail was a little scary. Times are completely different now. You can buy packs, boxes, singles, and supplies from a number of online retailers; you can break boxes with groups of friends through video; and you can post your hits on social media to try to find buyers. But the biggest online shop still seems to be eBay for a large group of collectors.

There are great online stops like Blowout, Beckett Marketplace, COMC, Bags Unlimited, Dave & Adam, and Steel City Collectibles, just to name a few, but so many collectors fall back on eBay for comps, pricing, listing, and even occasionally for previewing before they buy a product. If you list a card too high on Twitter, somebody will rush in with an eBay screen shot in their negotiations. I use eBay quite a bit because I have established myself there as a reputable seller and I have connected with a group of sellers that I trust and go back to when I need something. It’s also just fun to browse sometimes.

This is not an endorsement post for eBay so don’t misread my intentions here. I am about to get to the point in all of this. As I mentioned, it is fun to browse eBay sometimes and certain filters add to the enjoyment. I like to type in random years and set names, and then sort them by highest priced listings to see what is out there that I may have missed over the years that might be sitting in an old box somewhere. I read blogs, keep a close eye on Twitter, and talk to a lot of people in the industry but sometimes eBay will still turn up a gem that I didn’t realize was valuable.

Of course, this method also turns up some real head scratchers. Most of you who are reading this post are probably already aware of the 1990 Fleer Jose Uribe craze that is out there but if you don’t, you should check out this post before you list yours and expect big bucks. There have been rumors of the card being used in money laundering schemes and most of the listings all say “RARE” or “VERY SHORT PRINT”. I don’t know about the illegal rumors but I can confirm that the card is not rare and there are no credible sources claiming that anything in 1990 Fleer was a short print. But hey, I did find where one allegedly SOLD for $600 just a couple days ago. Who knows if the sale is arms-length, but there it is. Some wise-acre even listed the factory sealed set for $354,295!

The common thought on this Uribe phenomenon is that somebody has gone and created all of this fake buzz about the card and are profiting by selling their cards for $2-$3, which is still an amazing 5000% markup on the .05 it is likely worth. There are a bunch of them selling for a couple dollars and even several that have sold for $20-$50, which is just absolutely insane. So if that is the scheme, it seems to be working. Whatever the reason is, it isn’t the only wild listing you will find in your browsing. Here are some others I found in my travels.

1989 Donruss Alex Madrid

This is the closest thing to the Jose Uribe card out there right now as there are multiple listings for $15,000+. Alex Madrid was a pitcher for the Milwaukee Brewers and Philadelphia Phillies who wrapped up his 3 year career in the majors with a 2-3 record, a 5.63 ERA, and 1 Complete Game over 46.1 innings pitched. But here is his 3rd year Donruss card, listed for as much as $25,000 on eBay. Some claim that it is an error because it has Leaf 1988 on the back, even though Leaf owned Donruss. Others claim to have one with a period behind Leaf. The fact of the matter is that this is not a rare or valuable card and appears to be another Jose Uribe scam. However, there was $110 sale out there, so somebody took the bait at least a little.

1992 Fleer Steve Sax

Here, someone thinks they have a rare Steve Sax card because it has a yellow circle on the card. You can have this rarity for just under $10,000 if you are a big Sax fan. If you have ever opened a pack of anything from the 80’s and 90’s, you know that printing errors are not rare. Fortunately, there is only one of these listed and there are zero sales on eBay of a 1992 Fleer Steve Sax. The fishing expedition may have just begun on this one.

1989 Topps Dave Smith “Miscut

The only thing that may appear in packs from the Junk Wax Era more than a printing error is a cutting error. But this astute seller is making us believe that this Dave Smith that is horribly cut is somehow rare and valuable. I honestly can’t tell whether some of these are just jokes or whether these may be a seller just outright taking advantage of people who think their old cards from when they were kids are really valuable. But there are several listed for $5, which is criminally overpriced so there may be a big scheme behind it all. Fortunately, no sales on this one.

1986 Steve Young Topps Rookie

Then there are cards that are actually collectible and hold some value that are listed at astronomical prices like this Steve Young. This is a really cool card and one to have in your collection if you are an old school collector like myself. But you can find these in mint graded condition for less than $1,000 and you can certainly buy one ungraded, like the one listed, for less than $20.

1988 Donruss Tom Glavine

Who wouldn’t spend $500 on a 1988 rookie card of a Hall of Fame Pitcher? I love Tom Glavine and am a huge Braves fan but this is literally a $1.00 card every day of the week. It might be $25 if it is a Grade 10 from one of the big grading companies.

1989 Score Traded Ken Griffey Jr.

By Junk Wax standards, this might actually be considered slightly rarer than some other cards. The fact that it is from a Traded Set lends itself to possibly being in less of a print run than the base set was. But there are still millions of these out there. This is a very nice card that sells for about $35 if it is a Grade 10, which is something that can’t be said for any other card in the entire 1989 Score Catalog. But in no alternate universe would this ungraded version net more than $10.

1990 Donruss Ken Griffey Jr. Diamond King

Speaking of Ken Jr., if you had the bones to pick up his Score Traded Rookie for $970, you could save a tad more and pick up this sweet 1990 Donruss Diamond King! I wrote about this card one time because a classmate of mine was mad at me and took it from my book bag to rip it in half. I found it later in the day and was fuming. I would have been REALLY MAD if I had known it would be worth a grand one day!

VINTAGE 1988-1990’s Topps Score Baseball Cards Lot No Junk All High Value Cards

That is quite a description. And it is quite misleading when you look at the photo. I skimmed through all 10 photos and the cards you are looking at in this one photo are all of the cards in the lot. That’s right; 14 star cards for $450! There are even 4 Edgar Martinez cards thrown in here so it can’t be labeled a Hall of Fame Lot. This is the very reason people who got out of the hobby 20 years ago think their collections are so valuable today. I’ve said it before, value is relative. I love every one of these cards and love having them in my collection. But they are not worth $450 US Dollars!

1990’s Giants and A’s Complete Team Sets Donruss, Fleer, Tops

The first red flag is that the seller spelled Topps, “Tops”. But for a mere $18,000, you can have something that any fan of the Bay Area would love. In this lot, you get the A’s Team Set from 1989 Donruss, Fleer and Topps, along with the Giants Team Set from 1990 Fleer, and 1989 Donruss and Topps. This is a rather unique listing that might get some action in a reasonable price range but the seller REALLY loses me when he says, “never touched by human hands.” That’s just unnecessary and patently false.

Like I mentioned before, I don’t know if some of these are jokes or if these are some part of a more elaborate scheme to bring value back to the Junk Wax Era that is failing miserably. But in either case, these are actual, live listings on the auction site. I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried. Unfortunately, there appear to be occasional buyers that fall for these deals. They buy them at a much lower price than the listing but way higher than they should have ever shelled out. What are some of the weirdest eBay listings you’ve ever seen?

J-Dub

New Release Review – Memory Preservation

Time certainly does fly by. We can call that a cliché or whatever, but the older I get, the more I realize it to be the absolute truth. I still can’t believe it when I realize I am only 2 months away from being 42 years old. It isn’t because I think that I am somehow supposed to defy time and stay the same age forever. It is just hard to wrap my head around being on this earth for 15,330 days. I’ve reached the age where instead of wondering what I will be when I grow up, the question becomes whether I will live another “X” number of years to match those that I have already lived. If I were to double my life from today, I would be almost 84 years old!

That doesn’t mean I have actually figured out what I want to be when I grow up, because I don’t know that I will ever either figure that out or actually grow up. Growing up and growing old are two different things I want to do those exclusive of each other, if at all possible. That is why this blog is so important to me at this stage of my life. It forces me to stay in touch with a younger version of myself. It forces me to remember why I am where I am today and some of the ways I’ve gotten here. It also forces me to take stock in where I am going and whether or not I want to keep going in that direction.

Is it surprising to you that these seemingly random sports card reviews actually help me take a mental inventory of who I am, where I have been, and where I am going? I say with 100% confidence that I would be writing these whether you were reading them right now or not. I am super thankful that you are; but some of my most important pieces were read by 10 people while some of the most random were read by 1,000. Writing is as much to me about self-motivation, nostalgia, and future growth as it is about what I actually think about 1989 Donruss and Nolan Ryan. I learn from myself when I write; it’s just not learning about cards for me as much as it is learning about how my brain works.

When I sit down to write, it is sort of like turning on the TV in my brain and watching old home movies from growing up. I visualize what I was doing when I focus on the subject I’m writing about. I try to recreate the full experience, even though my mind has slowly started to blur what may have actually happened. I still have the strong concrete pillars and foundation of my childhood; but the paint on the shutters are peeling and the carpet is starting to fray in the high traffic areas. And this blog is the only way I can occasionally spruce things up a bit. The blog is the toolbox that I have laying around the house that I have to pull out when screws need to be tightened and pictures need to be re-hung.

So really, that is why I write these sometimes pointless pieces. It is therapeutic, invigorating, and often just the right cure for what’s ailing me. And the older I get, the more ailments I have. You may sometimes think that my giveaways and constant sharing is all about traffic counts or exposure; and sometimes that is part of it. But the traffic and exposure part is what has put me in touch with likeminded people who share the same stories and many of the same memories along our walk through life. And while there are moments in my life that I will never actually get back, I am not eager to let go of the memories either. I need those memories; regardless of how important or trivial they can sometimes be. So it is important to write about them in an effort to create a dialog with a stranger that may have experienced the same moment as me 25 years ago, some 500 miles away.

I have to try and treat these moments all with the same amount of respect. A memory I have from high school graduation might just have the same amount of importance as a toy that I got from a cereal box when I was 10. Just this past Halloween, I found a box of Boo Berry at the grocery store and right there in the store aisle, I pictured myself sitting on the old shag carpet in front of our console TV, watching Saturday morning cartoons. It was one tiny memory that, for one fleeting second, made me forget about the bills I had to pay or the cholesterol pill I had to take or the calls from work I had to return. And that is what life has become at the age of 42; balancing a day to day life of responsibilities with occasional fleeting seconds of happy-go-lucky nonchalance. Well, it’s obviously more than that, but that is life to me at its most basic; living in the now but never forgetting my past.

That is also what cards do for me at this age. They help me remember when my biggest worry was whether or not I was going to get my neighbor to trade me one of those 1990 Kevin Maas Upper Deck Rookies, and how much it was going to cost me. Sports Cards are an immediate window into the past for me; whether a junk wax set or something newly released. And for the latter, no set has done that for me in baseball this year, quite like 2018 Topps Gallery. I do love Archives and Heritage but Gallery really made an impression on me, pun possibly intended. I picked up some last weekend when I went down to visit my parents and I didn’t realize how much of an impact the set was going to have on me.

First, I have always enjoyed Topps Gallery, but I guess the mood I was in was perfect for the rip this time around. The set itself is a beautiful, artist rendered collection of cards that has a checklist infused with current and former players. Just like 2017, its first year back on the market in a decade, it is a Wal-Mart Exclusive, which carries its own set of pro’s and con’s that I’ll save for a deeper dive into the industry as a whole one day. The border design is mostly a whitish-gray with printed brush strokes around the edges. All of the images are painted by various artists and have a super professional look to them. These are really like classy miniature works of art.

Hobby boxes have 5 cards per pack and 20 packs per box. Blasters have 4 cards per pack, 7 packs per box, plus 1 additional pack with 4 Artist Proof Parallels. Finally, Fat Packs have 12 cards per pack. 

Cards 1-150 are considered the base set with the usual influx of variations to be found. They include:

 Artist Proof (4 per blaster)
 Canvas (2 per fat pack)
 Private Issue /250 (1:13 hobby box)
 Green /99 (1:86 hobby, 1:108 blaster, 1:36 fat packs)
 Blue /50 (1:171 hobby, 1:213 blaster, 1:71 fat packs)
 Orange /25 (1:340 hobby, 1 :426 blaster, 1:142 fat packs)
 Printing Plates 1/1 (1:2,133 hobby, 1:2,661 blaster, 1:882 fat packs; each with Black, Cyan, Magenta, and Yellow versions)
 Red 1/1 (1:8,826 hobby, 1:10,733 blaster, 1:3,616 fat packs)
 These numbers provided by Ryan Cracknell at www.beckettnews.com/news/2018-topps-gallery-baseball-cards/

Short prints are found in the checklist from 151-200 and they include a mix of current and legendary players. There are also autographs and inserts to cover, which we will later.

There aren’t many “horizontal” cards but this Mattingly makes me wish there were more!

This Victor Robles is a cool photo with the glasses on the hat to give it a blue tint.

This Big Mac is an Artist Proof. I know I’ve seen this picture before!

The other half of the Bash Brothers is here as well. My Uncle Speedy pulled an autographed version of this card last week!

There are current players in the set, trust me. But I can easily get lost in these veteran player cards! Such a great image here!

There was no chance I would leave Bo out! If he gets pulled, he gets featured on this blog!

I’m not sure why some of the cards feature a colorful background other than artist choice I suppose. But this Ortiz is pretty sweet!

It’s always nice to add a new Chipper to the collection as well. I’d love to have the autographed version of this one!

Here is the first of your MLB Rookies of the Year. Ohtani was the American League representative.

And here is the National League ROY, Ronald Acuña. What a season this guy had!

This Hammerin’ Hank is one of the SP’s in the set. Classic photo!

Another SP is Jackie Robinson. One day, I’ll add some originals of Jackie but for now, this will have to do.

These are the Fat Pack Exclusives.

I’m not completely sold on the Heritage Inserts but I do love this Albies.

Another insert is the Hall of Fame cards. Nice to have a Jackson in the Halos uniform.

Masterpiece is an insert set that includes Black and White Images. These are ok but not my favorite cards.

Here is a Green Parallel numbered to 99. These are nice with a little added color.

The Blue Parallels are also numbered to 99. Eddie Murray is such an underrated player by today’s collectors.

Orange is the lowest numbered parallel I pulled. This Correa is numbered to 25.

Gallery includes box toppers, which can be found in the form of “Original” pieces. No such luck with this one but still a cool piece.

This is the base autograph. It looks just like the base card but with the added autograph sticker, and is not numbered.

This Green Parallel is numbered to 99!

And finally, The Big Hit! I mean, The Big Hurt! This bad boy is numbered 4/5 and is one of the sweetest baseball pulls of the year for me. This is an unbelievable addition to my collection!

So there you have 2018 Topps Gallery. I love the set but I’m afraid future boxes are going to be hard to find. My local Wal-Marts are already out and they don’t usually restock exclusives. I’ll keep my fingers crossed and certainly keep an eye out at other Wal-Marts. These can be found online but they are marked up on the secondary market, as usual. I like the various options you have and the exclusives that are found in each offering. The designs are the best of any set for me in 2018, excluding designs they have recycled from previous years. I found good value in the boxes I opened and this is certainly a base set I can get behind. I give it a “5” on the Dub-O-Meter and will definitely be on the lookout for more!

J-Dub

Scoring Scale

1.Let me be the sacrificial lamb so you don’t have to buy these cards.  Just read the post and thank me later.

2.There is worse but there is much better – not worth the effort though.

3.Middle of the road – I wouldn’t talk you into buying these but I certainly wouldn’t talk you out of them.

4.You should probably go out and buy a box and enjoy the rip – I did!  It has some downside but worth the ride.

5.Stop reading and find a box to buy and get to Breaking!  What are you waiting on?

 

Originality of Junk Wax

People are unique. We all have opinions and outlooks that have been formed by different experiences, individual memories, and factors of our own environments. If you get too bogged down in the world of social media in 2018, which is a daily struggle, that can be something that is easy to forget. We all have the ability to think for ourselves and the freedom to enjoy the things that we like. We just don’t always have the willpower to live that unique life. We have an innate desire to be accepted and, in some cases, even admired. In doing so, we sometimes sacrifice the things that made us unique to begin with.

I think that we are all losing a bit of our originality at this point. By and large, most things in pop culture today are things we have already experienced, right? I’m really looking forward to the Halloween movie release in October; but why? It isn’t because it is going to be a “new take” on horror. It isn’t because I haven’t seen Michael Myers walk the streets of Haddonfield and hide in the shadows on Halloween night 50 times before. I do expect it to have its differences but they even brought back Jamie Lee Curtis again. I am looking forward to it and will watch it because I love Halloween; the holiday and the franchise. But it isn’t a groundbreaking film in 2018.

Halloween isn’t alone. There is a lot of buzz surrounding “Suspiria”, the reboot of the cult classic by Dario Argento (1977) that still sits at a stellar 92% on Rotten Tomatoes. There have been numerous recent re-imaginings of Predator, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and now, even Candyman. I saw Magnum P.I. commercials over the weekend while I was watching college football and I’m pretty sure I saw Murphy Brown come up on Sunday. Roseanne came back last year, Full House has been on Netflix for the past couple of years, and Double Dare has been on my TV at home more in the last month than it was when I was 15. Call them what you want; reboots, revivals, re-imaginings, whatever. The fact is, we are almost solely relying on the entertainment that was popular yesterday for our pleasure today.

Some of you might be saying right now, “wait a minute, aren’t you the RETRO GUY?” Why yes, I am! I love all things 80’s and 90’s and I have no problem with holding on to the good old days. I just prefer the originals over the reboots. I am sure I will love Halloween but I probably won’t be searching for the 20 year anniversary DVD when I am 61. Sidebar – Do you think we will still have DVD’s in 2038? Or will we have gone full circle and be searching Amazon for BetaMax again? Because let’s be honest, if you are really going to enjoy the classics, you have to have some integrity issues with the picture quality. I remember barely being able to see most of the original Halloween film when I first saw it in the 80’s because the lighting was so dark. I was adjusting brightness and tracking and anything else I could think off but it was just made dark.

Here is my point, my thesis statement, five paragraphs too late. If you like retro, find the original and enjoy it. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a VHS tape, but if you plan on getting excited about the potential for a Candyman reboot, go watch the one that was released in 1992 and appreciate it for what it was in the early 90’s. Part of being original is appreciating things that are originals. Do you remember how New Coke flamed out and they had to go back to the “Classic” recipe? That was the original and that is what is still popular today. Companies mess around with packaging all the time but they always label it, “New Look, Same Great Taste”, because that is what needs to stay the same. The taste, figuratively and literally speaking, is what we always remember.

That brings me to originality in wax. And let me be clear on one major part of this discussion. “Wax” encompasses cards that were presented to us in wax wrappers. We are not buying “wax” at the LCS that is labeled 2018. We are not picking up “wax” at Target unless we are buying one of those repacks with some actual wax in it. I have been guilty of this before as well so I am not singling anyone out but I think we should start making the clear distinction between “wax” and the current product. Wax is, by its very name, specific to the era where we bought cardboard packaged in wax wrappers. Score threw us off a little when they introduced the little plastic bags and Upper Deck floored us with the foil but they are at least in the same era. That has actually been on my mind a lot lately and I wanted to go ahead and walk up the hill I am willing to die on.

Some of my favorite sets today are Heritage, Archives, and Classics. And some of my favorite inserts are the retro designs like the 1988 Donruss in football and the 1983 Topps in baseball this year. But you can actually go out and buy the real thing much cheaper than you are buying the current re-imagining. Sure, there is no Todd Gurley in 1988 Donruss and we won’t find Mike Trout in 1983 Topps, but we will find their 80’s counterparts, or originals, if you will. There are players like Bo Jackson, Marcus Allen, and Thurman Thomas that are found in many of the 80’s-90’s sets while players like Tony Gwynn, Cal Ripken Jr., and Jose Canseco are the cream of the crop for those 80’s wax packs.

I have found myself drowning in 2018 product because something gets released every week and I can’t seem to keep up. I love the rips on Periscope but we are seeing the same things over and over, just slightly repackaged. There is just too much to sort through and it can really drive you mad if you are still trying to collect with an old school mindset like I do. I have about 30 partially filled 500 count boxes in my closet with anything from Unparalleled, Chronicles, Origins, Certified, Chrome, Platinum, Bowman, Optic, Elements, and the list goes on. It has become maddening. I can feel myself losing some of my own originality because I am constantly bombarded with a new design concept but the checklist never changes.

When that happens, I have to go back to the originals. I have to go back to a set that I know I can complete, if I haven’t already, and work on the checklist that I have for it. It is a reboot of my own mind in some ways. So while I have already done an official review, I do think that a revisit of 1989 Fleer can be fun and informative for those that weren’t around for it when it was on the shelves at Wal-Mart. This set is the perfect example of something that pulls me in every time I see it online or at a vintage store. I can’t leave it sitting there because there is too much goodness inside. How many of you feel like that when you see an old blaster of 2016 Topps sitting on the clearance rack? Instead of covering this set, let’s cover some things that you no longer find in baseball cards.

This is Wax! There is a special feel and even a special smell that is only found in wax packs. There is no substitute.

One of the aspects of baseball cards that no longer exists in the current product; learning about baseball history.

For the most part, unique batting stances have faded. There are definitely some left but think about the batting stances from the 80’s and 90’s that are so unforgettable.

Major League Baseball has upped their game on jersey quality. Even Spring Training threads are top notch today.

I can’t remember the last time I saw a baseball helmet with no flaps! Was Olerud the last player? These were even better in the mini version with Dairy Queen Ice Cream in them.

Steve Jeltz could have made this list as well. Maybe it’s a product of global warming but we certainly don’t have enough warm up windbreakers in the game in 2018.

And without the windbreaker, we are also deprived of the windbreaker under the jersey look!

Back to the batting helmets, when was the last time you saw a player wear their cap under the helmet? I remember doing this in Little League and not even knowing it was possible to wear without the cap.

“Back in my day”, nickname cards were special inserts. These were actual player nicknames and they were showcased on their base cards.

These guys were good enough at their craft that they didn’t need contacts to play the game. No player represents the glasses era any better than Kent Tekulve. And I’m pretty sure that Kelly Paris and Ken Phelps are the same person.

I won’t say that this is completely gone from the game but you really don’t see eyeblack like you used to!

We had a Mike Trout in the 80’s too! He may have been medically enhanced but he was so fun to watch. Imagine what sort of stardom this guy would’ve experienced long term if things would’ve work out differently.

You want superstars? Dollars to doughnuts, there are not as many bona fide star players in the league as their used to be. This isn’t even all of the players that make the ’89 superstar list!

Card companies tinker around with box bottoms from time to time but these were common place in the 80’s. These made even the boxes collectible.

Error cards in the 80’s weren’t intentional either. Card companies made legitimate mistakes and then they reprinted cards trying to cover them up, indirectly creating a secondary market for the cards that were printed in error. These are the two famous errors from 89 Fleer, with Billy Ripken being arguably the most famous error ever.

Finally, though these are more readily available, I’ll bet a box of ’89 Bowman that Ken Griffey Jr. finished his career with better stats than any rookie from 2017-2018 will amass in their career. That includes Judge, Ohtani, Acuña, and others. That’s not a knock on those guys, but why wouldn’t you want a Hall of Fame rookie in your collection when it could be had for such a reasonable price?

All of this may seem tongue in cheek, and some of it is for entertainment, but each of these examples are based in truth and are what makes collecting these sets so much fun. Everyone uses the term “junk wax”. I use it too but it’s an endearing term to me more than it is a definition of the product. I know there was a ton of cards printed during the 80’s. I know that the card companies have been innovative over the years. This is not as much about today’s cards as it is about yesterday’s. We owe a lot to these sets. We owe the junk wax era a great deal of respect and we should honor what was the beginning of the hobby for so many of us. Collect your modern day sets and chase your Ohtani’s but all I ask is that every now and again, pick up a box of ’87 Donruss and experience the enjoyment of ripping wax that is the original version and not something that was “Rediscovered”. The price is low, the pressure is nonexistent and the rewards are pure and fun.

J-Dub

Find Me In The Dark

We all have frustrations and stresses. We aren’t unique in that way but some of the frustrations and stresses can be unique. Some people are built to handle more than others. Some people can carry the weight of the world on their shoulders and never feel pressure while some can be asked to sit alone in an empty room and feel like they are somehow failing at doing that. That makes the world around us a little volatile at times. Emotions, personalities, and egos can clash as each one of us is having our own type of day or week or month and the people around us are not only oblivious at times; when they do know what we are going through, they sometimes just don’t understand.

We all think, on some level, that we have the most stressful job, the most obstacles or the most challenging path during the day. It’s not conceit that gives us those thoughts either. This isn’t an “I work harder than you” feeling that I’m talking about, although that certainly exists. The truth is that we can only truly understand the weight we carry around for ourselves. We only know what our jobs are like. We only know what our “dawn to dusk” looks like. And we are almost always focused on ourselves in that respect. Again, I don’t think that is a selfish thing either. I think that is how some of us have found to be the best way to survive each day that we are given.

When I am sitting at my desk thinking about whether or not a customer is happy or whether or not the next loan will be approved or what the month end past dues are going to be, I don’t have time to think about someone else’s job and how they are meeting their requirements therein. If we lose sight of the road in front of us, we can veer off into the ditch without much warning. This discussion I am having with myself, and in turn you, is not meant to describe us all as self-centered. No, this is meant to give some meaning and understanding as to why we never know what the person in the car next to us is going through.

There is a saying that I find myself using all the time. You’ve heard it a hundred times but this is how it goes:

Stranger: “Hey, how are you doing today?”

Me: “I can’t complain. But even when I do, no one listens.”

It is meant as a throwaway comment to be polite or entertain a chuckle with a passerby. However, there is some truth in it for all of us. But its not that “no one listens”; its that other people have their own stuff going on and its easy to want to compare negativity and complaints to prove to the next person that we have it just a little bit tougher than they do. This results in two things. First, it minimizes what they have going on in their lives while making the conversation more about us. Secondly, it helps us to convince ourselves that we in fact do have a tough road and we do work hard and we do deserve breaks from time to time. By God, we should be commended for how we persevere!

We’ve actually come to expect that from one another too. If we were to unload one of our burdens on someone and they were to respond with, “I’m sorry. That’s too bad for you. I don’t have any problems and I couldn’t imagine my life being any more perfect”, we would lose our minds. But what we need from each other more often than not is a crutch to lean on or an ear to bend. Sometimes instead of comparing problems and saying, “I know what you mean”, the words I want to hear are, “Tell me what’s on your mind.” It’s that simple. And I am more guilty of this than anyone reading this.

I’m guilty of thinking about how I have been treated and the hoops I’ve had to jump through to make it through the day. I’m guilty of thinking that no one could possibly understand the strain I’ve felt at various moments throughout the day. I’m guilty of thinking that only what I’m doing matters. It’s not hard to do when you are living in your own skin but it certainly detaches you from other people’s problems at certain times when they need a shoulder to cry on.

There are people that don’t have this problem. There are people that can drop everything they are doing and give you their full attention. The issue is that there aren’t enough of those people. I have some that are close friends and they amaze me every time it happens. They can have something that I am fully aware of that is a heavier burden than the one I am carrying but they will put theirs down and come pick up mine for a few minutes to give me a chance to catch my breath. And for those people, you don’t even have to ask; they can just feel it.

I want to be a better person when it comes to this specific human trait. I want to learn how to avoid my problems and help others focus on theirs. I want the strength to carry my baggage and someone else’s at the same time if it means they’ll have an easier couple of moments. I guess, in a way, this IS about selfishness. This is about being self centered but it’s not an intentional act. It is more of a learned behavior or self preservation mechanism. I don’t know what it really is, I just know that I don’t walk around “not caring about other people and their problems.” I walk around too burdened by my own to find the compassion sometimes. Does any of this make sense?

I know that what I am describing is explained in the Bible and religious songs like “Come All You Weary”, and I’m not pretending that any of us can be God and carry the burdens of our fellow man. What I am saying is that we could have a little more compassion for each other. We could have a little more understanding of what someone else may be going through. We can think before we respond in judgment or retaliation to what feels like a personal attack but otherwise could be someone having a really shitty day. Even the saintliest of my friends have shitty days from time to time so it is always a possibility.

We could get bogged down here in the current situation we are all in globally; with political strife, violence everywhere, differing opinions, hate speech, failure to accept differences in one another, discounting another person’s experiences with various aspects of our society, and the well documented (real or perceived) decaying of our civilization. We could even get into a heated debate over whether Jay Feely was being funny or out of line with the prom photo he shared on social media. We could do all of that but that is not what I’m about. That’s not what my blog has ever been intended for.

I am not here to tell you how to think, how to vote, who to believe in, or what to do with your life. You come here to read about sports cards, video games, old cheesy movies, the dumb things I did as a kid and the best snack foods from the 80’s. You come here to escape the stuff I’ve written about at the top of this post. I get that. But this time I want to challenge each and every one of you, as I am challenging myself, with a request. Open up your heart to the people around you. Don’t be ashamed of who you are or the problems you carry. Don’t judge the person next to you for those things either. Be an ear instead of a mouthpiece (says the mouthpiece). Be someone that others will come to when the walls are caving in. But also, don’t believe for one minute that if you are that person to others that you won’t need a person like that in your life too.

Know that you have a tougher life than some but accept that others have a tougher life than you. In the end, we all are trying to survive each day by stringing together moments of happiness, a fond memory here and there, a hug, a pat on the back, occasional tears, failure and success. But while you are looking for those things, so is the person next to you. You can be someone to create those things for that person. Hold the door open for a stranger, pay for someone’s value meal in the drive thru behind you, tell someone they look nice (in a non-creepy way Nate), thank people for things they do and represent for you, and lastly, stop talking and listen when someone needs it.

J-Dub

Retro Review – All Roads Lead To Saturday

As a married man who is a father of two girls aged 10 and 3, I don’t have many days all to myself. Some of that is out of necessity but some of it is because I miss them when they are not home for too long. The thought of peace and quiet is always alluring in theory but when it gets too peaceful and too quiet, I can start to feel a little out of place. That’s more of a recent phenomenon because I have long been a fan of stillness. But things have a way of changing over time and I guess that’s where I’m at. Even my writing time is not as quiet as you would imagine with 2 kids vying for daddy’s attention.

Today was quiet. I have been alone since I woke up as the kids are spending the weekend at grandma’s and Mrs. Dub is attending a women’s conference all day. Though, I haven’t really been “alone” as you’ll soon see. By normal standards, today has been rather uneventful but I somehow thought it would be the perfect day to write about; go figure. I’ve done quite a bit with my free time and most of it has been what I would normally do on any other Saturday. But flying solo has made things more noticeable, if that makes sense. I’m usually running from one destination to the next while trying to coordinate with my wife about what the kids are going to do, trying to keep her sanity in mind and also providing the kids with some excitement on their big non-school day. The only person I had to coordinate with today was myself!

The day started early. I was up at 7 and getting ready for an 8 o’clock basketball game with my 1st grade basketball team, the Typhoon. For the last 7 Saturday’s, I’ve gotten up at 7 to coach these awesome kids and it has been an amazing experience. I’ve coached sports for a variety of age levels over the last 20 years; baseball, basketball, football and even soccer. It truly is one of my passions aside from writing and collecting. I love seeing the confidence that can be built in a kid by a simple game. And I especially love being a part of a game that can bring us all together, regardless of social status, race or who our parents are. Look at this picture; this is true happiness on the faces of boys playing a game with their friends on a Saturday morning. We moved to 7-0 with our win today and we have one week left.

After basketball, it was time for another Saturday ritual; breakfast at Pearly’s. If you follow me on Twitter, Facebook or even Instagram, you’ve seen my Saturday breakfast posts from this local landmark. This is my usual – steak biscuit, cheese grits, hash brown casserole and diet Dr. Pepper. This meal can sustain me until supper time on Saturday and I usually have to have a pretty serious excuse for not making it to Pearly’s. It’s blurring between ritual and superstition at this point. I’m pretty sure that all of the Georgia losses over the last few years has been because I didn’t make it in on game day. This place is hopping on Saturday mornings with a packed inside and cars wrapped all the way around the building in the drive-thru. Several of the waitresses know me by name and some even know what I order. I call that a good thing!

The next part of this Saturday was my trip to the LCS in Warner Robins. Because I had the day to myself, I had all the time in the world to make my trek up I-75 to the land of wax. The trip is 90 miles one way so I use that time to catch up on podcasts I may have missed during the week. I have a pretty heavy rotation so I actually enjoy that ride time! The usual suspects are the Fatpacks, That Sportscard Show, DawgNation Daily, Lemme Get That Podagraph and Nightmare on Film Street. I have a few that I’ve rotated in like Up and Vanished and Atlanta Monster as well. I don’t even listen to the radio anymore because podcasts have taken over my listening time!

Upon arrival, my first stop is always the junk wax turnstile. This is where I pick up all the sweet boxes for my retro reviews. We’ll cover one of those in a minute. The turnstile is drying up a little and Charlie commented that he has to work on restocking it. It doesn’t help that I buy up multiple boxes each month. I’m keeping my eyes peeled for some good deals on a couple of mid 80’s boxes if any of you have an inside track. I am also hoping to cover a 70’s box soon, which would be around the time I was born but still worth the visit.

It’s not all junk wax for me when I go to the shop because 1) I’m addicted to the YouTube hangouts when I break boxes with the Dub Gang and 2) I usually do a new product review for Bags Unlimited each week. This week I picked up an old faithful and a new release. The old faithful is my running favorite, 2017 Optic and the new release is Panini Patches and Plates. You can check out the YouTube break here if you missed the hangout and be on the lookout in the next week or so for the review of Plates and Patches.

But before I review something new, I will do my favorite rip and review something old. This week’s review is 1989 Topps Traded Baseball! I picked this up for $9.95 and the cards were in really good condition in the box. I have mentioned here before that I am a sucker for the 89 Topps bubble letter font and design. This was also the year I started collecting so I ripped a ton of wax then. There was one notable omission from the base set and the only place to find him was in this update. More on him at the end. But first, here are some others that were in the update set, with a few I forgot about.

Jim Abbott was a highly touted rookie in 1989. Part of that was his pitching ability but another part of his fanfare came from his amazing ability to make it to the major league level as a pitcher with only one hand. Most people know the story of Jim Abbott but if you don’t, check This out!

I can’t really figure this card out. This is a pitcher, wearing glasses, with eyeblack. What am I missing?

Jesse Barfield was a member of the Canadian version of the Bash Brothers with George Bell until he landed in the Bronx in 1989.

Julio Franco spent the first part of his career with the Phillies and Indians before spending most of the 90’s with Texas. I think he was 53 in this photo.

Flash was a guy that I really collected hard in ’89. I played softball many years later with a guy who played minor league ball with Gordon. I’ve always been a big fan!

Ricky was originally Ricky in Oakland, then became Ricky in New York but by 1989, Ricky was Ricky in Oakland again. See what I did there?

The Big Unit didn’t make the base set but was one of a few Mariners rookies who made the update set. This is my favorite Randy Johnson RC.

Eddie Murray played 21 seasons but only 3 in LA. He hit .330 with 26 home runs in 1990 so still had plenty left in the tank.

You can rest assured that this guy is going to show up in my next “Dated Rookie” column.

Here is an inclusion I forgot about in ’89. Now that I see this card, I can easily visualize his ’89 base card in the Astros uniform. He switched teams but didn’t even have to leave the state.

Another rookie that wasn’t included in any of the base sets of 1989 was Deion. He was in the Fleer Update and Donruss “The Rookies”, in addition to this card.

If I had only known in 1989 that Lonnie Smith was 2 years away from making me cry in front of a TV, I may have torn this card up. But then again, thanks to that baserunning flub, I have a semi-writing career. Who knew?

Another Mariner RC in ’89 was the slick fielding Omar Vizquel. He’s vastly underrated in the hobby but was as solid a Major League Baseball player as you’ll find.

If you’ll go back and read that “Dated Rookie” link above, you’ll find the ’89 Rookie of the Year, Jerome Walton. I’ll always have a special place in my heart for Jerome!

Ken Griffey was traded to the Reds in 1988 so I’m not entirely sure how he landed in the ’89 Update set but I am intrigued.

Though Ken Griffey was included , the Griff that drove this set was Jr. He was included in the Fleer, Donruss and Upper Deck base sets but somehow Topps missed him that year. He is probably one of the biggest oversights in set history. The Mariners were stacked in the early 90’s with Unit, Vizquel, Jay Buhner, Edgar Martinez and Jr. They were really fun to watch!

I’m sure you sometimes wonder if there is anything I don’t like from the 80’s and 90’s. Trust me, there are and I have a few of those on the horizon. This set is not one of those. What’s not to love about this set? The awesome ’89 Topps Design is top notch. There are great rookies included with Randy Johnson, Deion, Vizquel and Jr. There is even a veteran SUPER star with Nolan Ryan. And all of this can be had for less than $10! It gets an easy “5” from Dub!

J-Dub

Scoring Scale

1.Let me be the sacrificial lamb so you don’t have to buy these cards.  Just read the post and thank me later.

2.There is worse but there is much better – not worth the effort though.

3.Middle of the road – I wouldn’t talk you into buying these but I certainly wouldn’t talk you out of them.

4.You should probably go out and buy a box and enjoy the rip – I did!  It has some downside but worth the ride.

5.Stop reading and find a box to buy and get to Breaking!  What are you waiting on?

The Collector

Collecting means something different to a lot of people. It can involve multiple goals, many different techniques, countless motivating factors and it lives on a sliding scale of importance. Ultimately, we all have the same hobby but we just go about it differently from one another in most cases. More often than not, collecting is instilled in us at an early age and both our childhood and our environment play a major role in our development within the hobby as adults. There are a lot of reasons/factors that formed the way I collect today. Some are tangible and some are just second nature at this point; but they all have helped me evolve into who I am today.

Let’s start with this very important truth; There is no wrong way to collect (except searching)! Always collect what/who you want to collect and don’t give a second thought to what other people think about it. If you want to collect only basketball cards with players in blue jerseys that are in the motion of a jump shot; Knock yourself out! Who am I (or anyone else) to tell you that it is weird or somehow not the right way to go about collecting? Collecting is supposed to make you happy or help you step away from your daily struggles and if you don’t do it your way, you are wasting that opportunity.

Let me go over some of the factors that brought me here and tell you what collecting is to me. Again, some of these are tangible lessons learned while some are just experiences that I return to when I’m sorting. In any event, they are what make the hobby fun for me still today. And by definition, a hobby is “an activity done regularly in one’s leisure time for pleasure.” These are the things that molded me and brought me pleasure over my life, as it relates to the world of cardboard. Maybe by the end of this, you will recognize some of the things that have made you the collector you are today.

Collecting to me as a kid was sitting in my floor and making an all-star team out of the good players in the packs I ripped. Sometimes, the team wasn’t made up completely of real life all-stars. As a kid, I was lucky to squeeze 2-3 packs out of a trip to Wal-Mart with my parents. While that may have been all I got, I sincerely mean that I was lucky because those trips were priceless. My 3 packs of Donruss may have resulted in me having Jerry Browne or Albert Hall on those all-star teams I formed. I would read the stats on the back to help me finalize the team and home runs or average usually won the tie breakers. I laid the cards out in the baseball field layout and that would be my team. I decided to rip a couple packs of ’89 Donruss just for this piece so I could put together an all-star team to picture. What do you think of this team? The bad part is my infield is weak but I had to pick between Glenn Davis and Mark Grace at 1st!

As touched on above, collecting was reading card backs. That is how I learned about players who didn’t play for the Braves or Cubs. I was able to watch those two teams every day because of the national television stations they were on. When they played the Pirates or the Astros, I could usually look out for Glenn Davis or Andy Van Slyke because I had read up on their stats on card backs. I studied the cards front and back and I liked players because of what I learned about them. A great follow on Twitter is @sportcardbacks because he will share some of the more interesting card backs from the “old days”, which happen to be right in my childhood collecting days. Even now, in 2018, I just learned that Glenn Davis’ home was Columbus, Ga!

All-Star and MVP Cards used to mean something. In a world where relics and autographs were unheard of, we spent our time trying to chase down insert cards. While all sets varied with the exact insert sets they had to offer, almost all of them had some form of a “best of the best” subset. Donruss had MVP’s, Score had the All-Star sketches, Topps had the Bold All-Star Cards and so on. Collecting big names was how you filled your binder pages and loaded up on trade bait. Those cards are in dime boxes at card shows now. Back then, they were the cards in the glass cases!

I learned how to collect because of RBI Baseball and the time I spent playing against my uncle’s on that game. RBI 3 even allowed you to play with teams that won pennants during the 80’s. I could play with the 1985 Royals and it made me want to collect George Brett. Sometimes, I would be the ’84 Tigers and I would go searching for “Sweet” Lou Whitaker or “Never Fret” Chet Lemon. I learned about baseball players from two key sources; cards and RBI Baseball. And I took every opportunity to intertwine those two hobbies of mine. My love for Jose Canseco was actually born on RBI 3 and the fact that he was a hobby superstar only made it stronger.

Collecting was reading up on cards in the Beckett magazine. I had a unique way of opening packs in 1989 and 1990 that was totally dependent on me having a Beckett magazine handy. I bought the mag each month so that never was a big problem. I would open my packs with the backs of the cards facing up and would slide each card just enough to reveal only the card number for the next one. I would go to my Beckett and find the number in the price guide and my excitement would be dependent on whether it was listed or not. If it was listed, I knew it was going to be worth .15 or more and if it wasn’t, I knew it was a common. Excitement was really high when those cards turned out to be Jr. or Gary Sheffield or Ricky Jordan. Those were $1.00 plus cards and worth more than what the actual pack cost. If Beckett had published a History or Spanish book that I enjoyed as much as their price guide, I probably would have been valedictorian of my class!

Collecting was sitting in the lunch room of my high school before homeroom and comparing hits with my buddies. I hit a 1990 Donruss Diamond King Ken Griffey Jr and was the talk of the class one morning. You were somehow better than everyone else on the days you had the big hit. I remember the ’89 Bo Jackson baseball/football card, ’90 Score Frank Thomas, ’90 Upper Deck John Olerud and ’91 Stadium Club Phil Plantier as some of the bigger cards I showed off in that lunchroom. I never beat David and his Andre Dawson Elite but I had some pretty good pulls back in the day.

I enjoy going through a box of old cards, even if it’s loaded with Tommy Herr or Franklin Stubbs, because it takes me back to my youth. Even though it’s called “Junk Wax”, I have never considered those cards junk. I have a few boxes that I’ll go through every year and I already know what cards are there but I will sort them in a different way just to have an excuse to go through them again. I’ll do it with ’91 Fleer, ’85 Topps or ’89 Upper Deck; I don’t have any bias against cardboard. I may not like some of the designs, like ’90 Donruss, but that doesn’t mean I’m trashing those cards. I don’t trash cards at all to be honest. I pass them down or send them to other collectors if they aren’t going to stay in my collection. One reason is that you just never know when a particular card value may rebound. But more importantly, the cards just mean too much to me.

I enjoy autographs, patches, printing plates, serial numbers, graded cards, and just about any other modern day frill you can think of. But I’ll never forget my roots and I’ll never get too far from home. I’ll never choose a pack of 2017 Contenders over a pack of 1987 Fleer. I’m being 100% honest when I type that. For my enjoyment, I would rather have a Bo Jackson rookie than a DeShaun Watson rookie. I know that values are different and I could make more money on eBay and there is more demand for Watson; I get all of that. But that’s not why I’m in this game. Would I sell a Watson to make money? There’s no question about that. But do you know what I would do with at least a portion of that money? I’d go buy a box of 1987 Fleer! The cards I sell don’t make me rich and they won’t pay my bills, but they will help me buy more cards to support my Hobby. That’s my stance on buying and selling. I’m probably in the minority but I’d usually rather give the card to someone who would like it in their collection.

Now, if we’re talking about money cards, I have no problem flipping those to buy more cards. Again, everybody collects different and I don’t think any less of anyone who does it different from what I do. I’ve periodically sold on eBay and Twitter and have no problem with others that do so more often. That’s definitely an important sector of the community because I do buy from time to time. I just don’t see dollar signs when I open product anymore. I did when I was a kid but they were literally $1.00 signs. The tireless hunt for the 1:1’s or the star autographs can both drive you mad and break the bank. That’s part of why I still delve so much in the junk wax era. I pay a reasonable price for what I consider to be good cards and I’m not driven by money at any point during the transaction. It’s not a business to me. It can be, and is, to some; and there is zero wrong with that, but it isn’t me.

Finally, and this might be the most important aspect of collecting to me; it gives me a different purpose, tangible goals and an excuse. Let me explain. I have been married for 17 years, have 2 kids (Age 10 & 3) and have worked at the same job for 20 years. Every day I wake up, I know what my purpose is. I have built the life I have now because it is the life I wanted. I married my high school sweetheart, we have beautiful kids and I’m stable in my career. Isn’t that the American Dream? But as with most other people, it is hard sometimes to live a systematic life without sometimes feeling like a robot. That’s where this hobby comes in. I am constantly challenged by cards; whether it’s finding an old classic, reviewing a new product or trying to complete a project. “Every pack is different”, so to speak.

I am able to be the kid that never grew up when I’m sorting cards. I’m able to mentally sit in my old bedroom and watch the neon dance on the front of 1990 Topps just like I did when I was 13. And the key; there is no pressure. I have pressure in every other aspect of my life; the family, bills, the job. There is absolutely no weight that comes with ripping and sorting. It’s a freeing experience for me and is one of the few things in my life that can immediately lift weight off of my shoulders. And because it does that for me emotionally, it gives me the perfect excuse to be that kid that still wants it to be 1989.

Collecting cards truly means that much to me. It is as close to being a religious experience as you can get without actually having a religious experience. It touches me in a real, palpable sense but the hobby also has emotional, spiritual and therapeutic components to it. Cards are a complete sensory experience for me. I can obviously feel the cards but I can usually smell the card and tell you if it is Topps, Fleer, Donruss, etc. I can envision the setting I was in the first time I pulled a particular card. I can taste the horrible gum that still exists in residue form on my old cards. And the sound of a wax pack being opened is one of the sweetest sounds a 40 year old card addict can hear.

I know what you’re thinking right now. You can’t imagine that the act of collecting sports cards could ever be this important to a person’s life. I’m telling you unequivocally that it is. I love this hobby and I want to spread the feeling that I have to every collector I meet. I don’t care what you collect or how you collect; as long as you collect, you are part of the family!

J-Dub

The Power Of Random Memories

Sometimes life can come at you pretty fast. It’s easy to get bogged down in our day to day lives and take everything around us for granted. We constantly want time to go by too fast. We are ready for the work day to be over, we are ready to go to bed, we are ready for an event a week or month in the future, we are ready for our vacation, we are ready for Christmas! Being ready and anxious for things though means that we are certainly not living in the present like we should be. But life has a way of reminding you sometimes that you have to slow down and appreciate what is in front of you today rather than what the future might bring.

Focusing on the now helps me remember that while I am always ready for the work day to be over, I do have a job to be thankful for. I am fortunate that I have been coming to the same job for the last 20 years and I know my co-workers and I know my customers. I don’t have to learn a new trade and I don’t have to lie in bed at night wondering where my next meal will come from. For that, I am truly thankful. My job has given me the ability to enjoy life and have events to look forward to. Sure, sometimes I get bogged down and only think about having to be there and not being able to spend those moments doing something fun and exciting. But hey, it could always be worse.

When I get home from work, I find myself longing for sleep. I am tired and my mind is ready to shut off. But before I go to bed, I usually have supper to plan, laundry to navigate and kids to help with homework and give baths to. What I often forget when I have my eye on that late night crawl into my cool bed in my dark bedroom, are the people around me that I am doing these chores for. I focus too heavily on the work sometimes and not the reason for the work. My wife has been a part of my life for over 20 years and I never want to lose the desire to do anything for her. I never want to take her for granted. And while I look forward to growing old with her, I’m not ready to be old yet! Wishing away today just makes that happen sooner.

My kids are my life and even though it can be stressful, I don’t know where I would be today without them. While I wish there were some things they could do on their own, like getting a snack out of the refrigerator or turning the bath water on, I am not ready for them to grow up either. It’s easy to miss the moments when I am folding laundry and Georgia wants to help and folds clothes that I have to refold. It’s easy to miss the positives when I have to stop what I’m doing to try and remember 5th Grade math rules with Bailey. The positive is that she still needs my help and comes to me when she can’t do things on her own. That won’t always be the case. You have to take the hard work that comes with having the good times and sometimes that is difficult.

Wishing for my vacation time will fast forward my life 4 full months! I’ll miss Christmas, New Year’s, my birthday, Valentine’s Day, Easter and even Bailey’s birthday if all I can focus on are those 5 days of freedom from work where we might travel somewhere fun to enjoy ourselves. Wishing for Christmas Day makes me lose the fun of the weeks leading up to Christmas when we pick out a tree, wrap presents, navigate the world of Elf on the Shelf and watch all the fun holiday classics on TV. Everything you rush to in the future makes you lose time today. That’s just the bottom line. I don’t know how to deal with that just yet but I am going to figure it out.

One thing I have figured out is how to look back on yesterday and find the great times that I had and may have taken for granted at the time. I am a self proclaimed expert when it comes to living in the past and remembering the “good ole days.” I remember even the smallest of meaningless moments when I get my mind set on exploring old events. There are some major parts I may misremember or leave out but it’s the strange small details that I seem to remember that make some of these moments a blast to relive through my blog. I might even get a year wrong but I’m likely going to remember the shirt I was wearing or the music in the background. I guess I’m sort of random like that.

Remembering those good times makes me appreciate the life I have lived so far. I have been very fortunate to have great family and friends that have provided for great memories that have been building blocks over the years. I have made mistakes and I have memories of those as well. But all of the memories I carry with me every day of my life have helped me accept and appreciate that no matter what tomorrow brings, I have lived a great life up until today. I hope to say the same tomorrow.

Memories are what sustain me and I love it. I remember the time me and Coop stayed up all night playing Nintendo and in a fit of disappointment, he flailed his arms and brought down a shelf of photos and decor in my living room, waking my mother at 3 am. I can’t think of a time throughout middle and high school that didn’t include my cousins Coop, Trent, Corey or Jared either. I was blessed with some really cool cousins growing up. Me and Coop would play basketball at his house until one of us scored 100 points and we would start all over again. Coop’s family also had a place at Fort Gaines with us so we spent a lot of time together their too. We almost flipped a golf cart there and I did push him off the back of it once and he broke his wrist.

I spent time at Trent’s watching Arnold movies like Total Recall and Predator. My favorite movie was Aliens at one point and I remember watching it with him and my Aunt Nancy for the first time. I always got my scary movie fix at their house!

Corey, Jared and I would play sports in the yard during the day and on Nintendo at night. When it comes to random memories, I specifically remember staying up late one night and sorting baseball cards while Corey and I listened to “Nothing Compares 2 U” by Sinead O’Connor on a loop. We would talk about cards and girls while we listened to those cheesy popular songs of the 90’s. I also remember endless ping pong tournaments and RBI Baseball battles!

I remember going through a cheese biscuit phase when I was a kid. I’m not talking about something fancy like Cheddar Bay Biscuits from Red Lobster either. This was the canned Pillsbury biscuits I would bake and when they were just getting ready, I’d pop the top and throw a piece of American cheese on them and let it melt. I would eat the entire 10 biscuit can! That was nowhere near the weirdest food phase either. Does anyone remember gummy peaches? They were peach flavored gummies in a ring shape and they were delicious. Well, I would dip those in Frito Lay Jalapeno Dip from time to time. Yeah, peach gummy candy dipped in jalapeno cheese dip….mmmmmm.

What is fun about the gummy jalapeno memory is that it is always tied to some event that happened at my friend Michael’s (Munt) house where we were usually playing pool or wiffle ball or Shaq Fu on SNES. Munt was one of my best friends and he hung out with us at the Video Superstore and we always tried out the new releases before they hit the shelves. Shaq Fu was a classic; as was Lightning Jack and Little Big League. No matter what we had going on, we had a great time together. The only time I ever got crossways with Munt was that time he and Hickey played basketball against me and Brewer in my backyard. He had scored a few times and I stuck my leg out a little too far when he made a move around me one time and we had words. The game ended without really ending and that really is the only time I can ever remember he and I having words. Sorry about that one Munt.

Of course, Brewer and I were best friends too growing up and we have a lot of great memories. I’ve written before about the viewing of “Night of the Living Dead” (MY VERY FIRST POST) and the time we went to the cemetery and were told the story of Annabelle. But we also scared the pants off of unsuspecting trick or treaters several years by hiding in trees and bushes when they came up to his front porch to get candy. We stayed up all night at each others houses making stupid videos long before YouTube was invented. We even had a fake talk show in which I would mimic one of our teachers as the host and he would portray various people from school that I would interview. We recorded pranks we would play on our friends if they made the mistake of being the first person to fall asleep at these all-nighters. We actually could get ruthless with each other at times. But we had a great time!

There was my friendship with Josh in Middle School where we spent almost all of our time together! Whether it was watching free movies from the library at my house after school or riding his motorcycle and fishing at his house on the weekend. We spent time at the radio station that his stepdad worked at, I watched scary movies at his house that I wasn’t able to watch at my own and I even played “Bloody Mary” for the first time on a dark and scary night at his place. Josh and I went our separate ways at one point in High School and he left this earth far too soon but I think of him quite often.

Then there was my buddy David from high school and we have plenty of memories too. He had a 9-hole mini golf game that we would set up throughout his house and compete with each other for the title of greatest mini golfer. We were always competing! We played home run derby with ping pong balls and tennis rackets, tennis balls and wooden bats and any other combination we could think of. We were also competitive with sports cards. I remember him pulling the Elite Andre Dawson and wanting to be happy for him but really being as jealous as I had ever been about a baseball card. He was also a Minnesota guy so he had a lot of MN trinkets around his room that made me want that ’91 World Series more than anything. Just like the Dawson Elite, David won that competition as well. David is one of the friends from growing up that still collects and we text each other photos of our recent purchases from time to time. I guess we are still competing!

But thinking about all these friends and memories has gotten me feeling super nostalgic and I decided to pull out one of my old “memory card boxes” and sort through some of my old football favorites. I guess while I am being random, I can go through some random cards and try to remember what made me hang on to these otherwise cheap cards in 2017. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; value is in the eye of the collector and I wouldn’t trade these cards for the world today. They are very meaningful to me even now and during times like this when life has thrown its curveball and made me put things into perspective, there are no better reminders of the good times than these rustic and weathered pieces of cardboard.

I always liked Marcus Allen and thought he was underrated (if that’s possible) in my generation because of him being tied to Bo in the Raiders backfield. He is the first player by alphabet in my “don’t toss” pile.

Biscuit was another player that I thought was somewhat underrated. He was well known but he got lost sometimes on a team with Jim Kelly, Thurman Thomas, Andre Reed and Bruce Smith. This was always one of my favorites.

Another Raider, Tim Brown was one of my favorite wide receivers of the 80’s-90’s, which I’ve covered here many times before. When I think of Brown, this is the card that always comes to mind.

QB Eagles was the man! I remember sitting in my room all by myself and trying to rush for 500 yards in a game with him on TSB. This is the first of several ’91 Upper Deck entries.

You probably knew I would have to include a Pro Vision. This Irvin was always a trip to me. His shadow was the Lombardi Trophy and that horse in the background was a little over the top. But again, it was Pro Vision and they were really taking a turn in ’93 to the psychedelic side.

I don’t believe I have ever put a Bo card to the side when sorting for it to be put in the common box. I hold these in the highest regard whenever I pull them. And this ’91 Upper Deck was always a great photo to me.

1991 Score had some great art cards in both football and baseball. I’m going to rip some baseball soon to enjoy those but this Marino has been in my collection since the day I pulled it in ’91.

This may be my favorite football card of all time. This card takes me back to 1990 every time I see it and I have so many fond memories. I have to figure out a way to tell Mrs. Dub that I want to be buried with this card.

I didn’t know much about Okoye before TSB but when I found out about him, I went to my card box and started trying to find a card of him. This is the first card I found and it’s been in my keeper box ever since.

Sweetness was winding down his career by the time I really started collecting football cards. This was the first card I ever pulled of him and I always thought it was one of the more classy ProLine cards, which was par for the course for Payton.

This card was from the latter days of my childhood collecting but I loved Action Packed and Jerry Rice. I have a TON of Jerry Rice cards but this is one of my favorites.

Have I mentioned before that I loved Andre Rison when I was a kid? How strange that one of the cards I have in my “untouchable” box is a card that doesn’t even feature Rison on the card. Classic error card!

This was ’91 Pro Set and the set from the previous year is when I really fell in love with sketch cards. But this Barry Sanders has always been a highlight of my collection. It has so much detail from the jersey to the lines on his face. This is such a great card to me!

More love for ’91 Upper Deck. Deion was decked out in his gloves, towel, armbands earrings and bandana for this photo. I remember the “You Gotta Believe” slogan and this card is representative of my early passion of the Falcons.

This is a latter 90’s card but it’s one of my favorite sets from that timeframe. Fleer Metal Universe was awesome in 1998 because we had never seen anything like it. I bought a ton of this and they still look good to me.

More great photography from ’91 Upper Deck; this time of Derrick Thomas. Even though DT was a Bammer, I was a huge fan. I remember a clip from the early 90’s VHS classic, NFL Rocks, where Marty Schottenheimer has a heart to heart with him about keeping focus in an overtime game. What a great video. If you haven’t seen it, the whole thing is on YouTube HERE and I’d recommend giving it a look.

Thurman Thomas was such a great back. I really wish Buffalo had won at least one of those Super Bowls in the early 90’s because these guys deserved it. As for Wild Cards, they didn’t have as solid a run as the Bills but I have an unusually high amount of these cards sitting around from my early collecting days.

I just pulled one of these a few days ago in my ’89 box break but this particular card has been in my old school box for a long time as it was one of the first trade hauls from when I was a kid. I don’t remember what I Traded to get it but I really love this card.

I’ve mentioned Fred Washington on the blog before, I think from my ’90 Topps post. This card was always striking to me because of his jersey and the photo but when I found out he was killed in an automobile accident his rookie season, I held onto this card. It’s still in my old box some 27 years later and he is but a distant memory to most NFL fans.

Well, this card has convinced me that I need to pick up a box of ’91 Upper Deck for a Retro Review. I know that Stadium Club is known for photography and ’89 Upper Deck Baseball is the king in UD history but these cards look so great! This set is really good and I’m going to make a point of trying to build it in 2018.

We never know what tomorrow will bring us. We never know if we will even get tomorrow. But we always have yesterday to look back on and find the good times that sustained us. We are who we are because of these memories, for better or worse. Time doesn’t have to change who we are unless we want it to. I personally don’t. I want to always be that kid that admired Walter Payton and tried to be Barry Sanders in the front yard and ran for 3,000 yards with Bo on TSB. I’m sure that while the Bills players would tell you they’d love to have a Super Bowl ring, the early 90’s was still a great time to be a Bill. The early 90’s was a great time for me to be Dub too because of the friends, family and hobbies I had. Some of the friends have changed, my cousins have started their own families and we’ve grown apart but the hobbies will never change for me.

I mean this with all sincerity. As long as I’m able to collect cards, I’m going to do it. As long as 80’s and 90’s cards are available for public consumption (which may be a while based on production), I’m going to focus my efforts there. Junk Wax is only “junk” in name and every card has a story for me when I see it for the first time in years. Life can be challenging and unpredictable but we all have to find that one thing that makes it simple and painless. For me, that one thing is cardboard from my childhood. Looking through this box from when I was a kid is like watching a movie or reading a book about my life. The cardboard tells stories of laughter, fun and even sad times if you just slow down and listen. I know this is all a little deep for a blog post on football cards but when you come face to face with your fatal flaw (Thanks Ma for that one), you start to think in deeper terms and you try to find meaning in the experiences you’ve had. The meaning for me has come to light and I plan to immerse myself in those experiences as often as possible.

I appreciate you giving me a voice and taking an interest in these experiences. I’ve written for myself for years and finding out that there are those that enjoy reading is one of the great blessings I’ve received in 2017. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

J-Dub