{"id":4869,"date":"2021-10-29T09:38:20","date_gmt":"2021-10-29T13:38:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.dubmentality.com\/?p=4869"},"modified":"2021-10-29T09:38:22","modified_gmt":"2021-10-29T13:38:22","slug":"one-day-farther-away","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dubmentality.com\/?p=4869","title":{"rendered":"One Day Farther Away"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

I\u2019m in a bit of a weird place right now. There\u2019s been more introspection lately. That\u2019s saying something for me. I spend a lot of time in my own head and emotions. But more so lately than ever before. I don\u2019t really know where it\u2019s leading but I\u2019ve always been one to just let it pull me along. In a life where I have to have so much control, it\u2019s the one aspect of my personality that I let drift.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I couldn\u2019t think of a better word to describe my mindset when I get like this; other than drifting. And for good reason I suppose. I read once that \u201cdrifting\u201d was when you \u201cmake a decision by not deciding.\u201d That seems appropriate. I\u2019m not moving forward and I\u2019m not going backwards. I\u2019m just drifting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That\u2019s where I\u2019m at right now. I\u2019m just living day to day and letting it unfold. It\u2019s been both good and bad. I lay down a lot of nights wondering if what I did that day really meant anything at all. But then I lay down some nights and my mind is totally at ease; which isn\u2019t a normal occurrence for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And before you think this is a cry for help; let me assure you it isn\u2019t. This is all a part of my current introspective state. I\u2019m trying to figure it all out. I\u2019m not suffering in my own thoughts. I\u2019m finding out a lot about myself. Some of the things I like and some I don\u2019t. But that\u2019s a part of reconciling who we are, I suppose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My passion for nostalgia has been hypersensitive lately too. As a part of putting life in perspective, I think a lot about where I came from and what experiences make up who I am. I\u2019ve spent a lot of time over the last couple months in and around the house I grew up in. It has changed a lot over the last 35 years and some memories are less vivid than others. But when I\u2019m there, I always end up seeing something that makes me feel something I haven\u2019t felt in a long time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Sometimes it\u2019s as simple as pulling a 1989 Score Ron Gant baseball card in the bedroom I grew up in. Or listening to the ceiling fan I installed myself when I was 16 or 17 years old. It\u2019s still the only room in the house with a fan. I know that\u2019s probably weird; but it\u2019s a memory. It\u2019s something that puts me back in a small moment in time when I wasn\u2019t carrying all this weight around (mentally; before you crack a fat joke). <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sometimes the memories aren\u2019t so simple. Sometimes I have to seek them out. I\u2019ll ride around the neighborhood in my dad\u2019s golf cart and stop in front of a house where I played basketball. Could be a house where I spent the night with a friend and we played Nintendo all night. Or sometimes I\u2019ll just walk around the yard itself and mentally picture the baseball diamond in the front yard or the extension cord I stretched around in the backyard that made a 3 point line for my basketball court. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The memories may come from driving over to the old Legion Pool, or the building where the old Video Superstore was, or the softball field where I played with Corey, Jared, Jason, David, and other friends. I don\u2019t know how many times I\u2019ve driven really slow around my old middle school and showed my daughter where I traded baseball cards on the playground or played basketball. She doesn\u2019t really care all that much anymore but she humors me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every day that passes takes me farther away from those memories. I don\u2019t want to ever lose them. So I constantly remind myself of them; even if I\u2019m repeating them over and over to people that get tired of it. It\u2019s just who I am. I never want to lose the experiences that shaped me. So if I write about the same thing from time to time, be like my daughter and just humor me, please.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I know that when you lose someone, you go through some weird stages. Maybe that is what this is. I\u2019m thinking so much about old memories. Those memories lead me down a path that holds other memories. Then I start to think about how long ago some of those memories are. Some of the people from those memories are gone. I don\u2019t want the memories to go too. So I find little ways to tie them together. And sports cards have been a major conduit for those memories. That\u2019s why they remain so special for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Sometimes it\u2019s a tangled web of memories but it works for me. For instance, I\u2019ve told the story about the 1990 Fleer Mark McGwire card that always makes me think of my grandmother. That card has sent me down so many roads. I pulled the card at my parents house not long ago and I had to drive out to the apartments where she lived much of my childhood. The apartments were owned by my great uncle, which unlocked memories. I had an aunt that lived there, which unlocked memories. Sort of like a reverse butterfly effect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I ripped a box of 1990 Pro Set Football recently. Of course, that led me to Tecmo Super Bowl; which unlocked memories of sleepovers with friends and family. Those sleepovers unlocked memories of getting in trouble for staying up too late or watching horror movies I shouldn\u2019t have been watching. I keep those memories alive today by playing NBA 2K with my cousin and his boys late at night when my kids have gone to bed. The same cousin that would stay up with me until daylight playing Coach K Basketball on the Sega Genesis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I\u2019ve written about the 1989 Topps Orel Hershiser that always reminds me of when I opened a pack of cards when my dad told me I couldn\u2019t until we got to the lake house. He took the pack and I didn\u2019t get it until the weekend was over. All I could think about was the Hershiser I saw on the back of the pack. But when I see that card now, I think about spending time at the lake – fishing and skiing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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1989 Bowman makes me think about those same lake trips. My parents bought me some packs when we would go to the grocery store in Eufaula to stock up for the weekend. There were also packs at the Pataula Creek Bait Store, back when cards where EVERYWHERE. Pataula Creek was where me and my dad would Crappie fish on the \u201cStump Row\u201d and keep our eyes peeled for gators. Or we would bream fish along the rocks of the Pataula Bridge until mom got breakfast ready and would come out on the dock and yell for us. Yes, a 1989 Bowman Nolan Ryan can take me there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I have a couple of 5,000 count boxes that have Atlanta Braves players in alphabetical order. It wasn\u2019t an easy project but I\u2019ve reached a point where it\u2019s manageable when I get new cards in. I go through that box regularly. I skim through Dave Justice, Steve Avery, Andruw Jones, Brian Hunter, Javy Lopez, Sid Bream, and Terry Pendleton. Those cards take me back to sitting in our old dining room eating supper and watching the Braves on TBS. My mom was, and still is, a big Braves fan. We watched them when they were terrible in the 80\u2019s and were rewarded with the great teams of the 90\u2019s. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Our whole family would gather during the playoffs and cheer for the Braves while we yelled at Kent Hrbek, Kelly Gruber, and Jim Leyritz. Aunts, Uncles, Grandparents, Cousins; all in our living room yelling like we were in Fulton County Stadium. I\u2019ve watched most of the playoffs with my mom over the last several weeks and it has been such a great experience. This past week, she even found her old T-Shirt with the AJC Headline and photo of the Braves swarming the plate and Sid Bream in the 1992 NLCS. I was there when the Braves went to their World Series in 1991 and I was there last week when they beat the Dodgers to go again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m going through a lot of memories right now. A lot of it is helping me cope with everything going on in life. A lot of it is helping me stay in touch with my roots. A lot of it is helping me reconcile who I am and where I came from. You may read one of my posts about an old baseball card and not think twice about it. But more often than not, when I\u2019m posting a picture of some random, seemingly meaningless piece of cardboard, there is a ton of thought behind it. That piece of cardboard is a door to my past. The year, set, or player usually determines where that door leads. But it always leads somewhere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I don\u2019t know where I\u2019m going with this other than just putting in writing what is rattling around in my head. I see so much negativity on social media in the card community about who\/what people collect and why. You never know the reason behind what they do when it comes to their collection. You may have never thought that deeply into why people collect. But it\u2019s not always about money. Sometimes it has a much more personal reason. Sometimes it is a link to memories that are so cherished that you\u2019ll go out and spend money on boxes of 1991 Fleer when nobody else will.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My only piece of advice in this post is to do things for you and your happiness sometimes. Obviously, you need to care for those around you and make yourself available to them. But when it comes to preserving your peace of mind, memories, sense of self, etc; do that for you. If it means old baseball cards from the Junk Wax Era, so be it. It could mean so many other things to each person individually. Just make it mean something for you. Every day is a step farther away from the past. Hold on to the good times and the good memories. You\u2019ll need them one day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

J-Dub<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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