The Ten Hobby Commandments…but probably not.

Posted by cardboard hogs on January 12, 2021

I’m one of those brave souls…or maybe just foolish physical manifestations of a current human being? I went to a card show this past Saturday.

Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.

It was a card show with other collector’s, other humans. People that have different priorities than me. People that may think facts and science are negotiable. In the time of a major pandemic. In an area where the numbers are not going down. It was risky. I grant you that. Of course I wore my mask and sanitized the hell out of my hands before i left the car and once I got back into the car. I did my best to not touch every single thing I see, but then again I’m not four years old…that part was easy. Sports card collectors have not traditionally been the healthiest of crews. We all know what I’m talking about without saying it…but I’ma say it anyways.

We’re all some version of the stereotypical cardboard hoarder; the fried food eating, soda drinking, epic hit oversharing, hunched over a box of cards looking to score a big hit kinda person. That person, we all know them and we own some of those characteristics. I know I do…the fried food, love it. Sodas, love ‘em. Hunched over a box, my neck is sore after every show I go to. Ironically though, well, maybe not ironic…maybe it’s just a timing thing with this post. For the month of January, the bride and I are doing a thirty day cleanse after a much needed year of eating and drinking our feelings. Drowning our sorrows in whiskey and wine all year while chasing it with some burgers and fries hasn’t done our bodies well. We’re one full week and I’m feeling significantly better…but enough about me.

Let’s talk about some commandments in the hobby that I abide by and how some of them relate to card shows and collecting. I know some folks around here have noted some type of community agreement for card shows and collecting in general, so these are from my perspective. Oh yeah, I’ve based them on the Notorious BIG’s “Ten Crack Commandments”. Very possibly inappropriate and most likely have very little to do with the actual hobby in itself, but I’ve always wanted to mix this song into a blog post. So, I may be going all over the place here and relate absolutely nothing back to the hobby…but you should read because I think it’s fun and I’ve got 1960 Topps cards in between…Let’s go…sorry, as one of my favorite colleagues says…one more thing. The cards and the stories have absolutely nothing to do with each other. You’ve been warned. Ok. NOW. Let’s go.

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Number ONE! Biggie Says: Never let no one know.

My hobby isn’t really a secret, but I do like to stay somewhat anonymous. I’ve tried to scrub my name from the blog and rarely…if ever posted a photo of myself. The bride has suggested that this is not a good way to drum up business and attract readers or buyers. Her thought is that people want to know who they’re dealing with. My thought is that I don’t want that. I like anonymity and I like blending in. I’ve never been one to stand out in a crowd and don’t really feel the need to stand out in the hobby. Who knows though, maybe she’s correct. I often find myself googling other blog authors or collectors to see who they are (does that make me a stalker…?) I’m not on the facebooks, so it’s a challenge to find faces and match them up with their blogs. So, I fully embrace the notion of letting no one know. A fun future blogger game would be to match the face with the blog. That would be a fantastic year end game to play…?

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Number TWO! Biggie Says: Never let ‘em know your next move.

This one relies heavily on secrecy and finding a “honey hole” of sorts…no, scratch that. That’s a horrible term. Maybe it’s really just a favorite spot. I have those. But I share them. I know some folks have a Target or Walmart that they hit up during a certain time of day during a specific day to grab those retail commodity boxes…guess those folks play to the never let ‘em know your next move. I’m not big on that, I think that sucks. Share and share alike I say. So maybe this one applies to some, but not me.

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Number THREE! Biggie Says: Never trust nooobody.

So, this one may be ABOUT me and I’m still feeling a little guilt about it. When I was at the show Saturday I stopped by Bill’s table (Gavin knows this guy). Bill is an older gentlemen that lives in Salem, about an hour south of Portland. He buys card lots from people and has about 4 tables of 10cent, 50cent and Dollar cards. The dollar cards though, if you buy seven of them it only costs you $5! It’s been that way forever…or at least like 10years forever, that’s how long I’ve been hitting up these shows…I mean, I’ve been going to these shows for over a decade and it’s always been like that…well, at least that’s what I remember. I went through the $1 cards and separated my stack into sevens and tallied up the total. I like organization, remember? As I was counting, i had an overwhelming sense he was peering over me…I believe he was…I KNOW he was. When I told him my total, he said “you sure…ok…I trust you…”. Bill can be an odd duck, but that stuck with me. I wandered around the other tables and dealers for a bit but couldn’t get it out of my head. My guilty conscience brought me back to his table to clarify if the $1 box was still 7 for 5? “Nope” was the response and the shame rained down instantly. I did a quick recount and gave him the difference in cash and explained to him my “why”. He seemed to be ok with it. I guess. I hope. I should have asked or clarified when I felt odd about his response, but I didn’t. That’s a whole nother blog post to explain those issues about me. I did square it away and I feel good about that…but f’real Never trust nobody…including yourself.

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Number FOUR! Biggie Says: Never get high on your own supply.

I think this is a great one as we all do this. Opening boxes is great, right? Who doesn’t love opening things. My kid loves it. My bride loves it…hell, my dog loves it. She opens every single stuffed animal we buy her. Therefore, I too love opening boxes. I have a stash though. I love the stash…but mostly open them when I’m bored or in need of a fix. The people that hold on to boxes can really see a jump in value if they wait the right amount of time. That’s a hard thing to do, sit on something and just wait for a rainy day or come across some ebay listing that says it’s going for twice what you’ve paid for it. How does one NOT get high on their own supply at this point. Apparently 1989-90 Hoops are going for close to $100/box. That’s ridiculous…but it also proves that if you don’t get high on your own supply, you can make a buck or two plus in the future…you know, to buy more cards.

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Number FIVE! Biggie Says: Never sell no crack where you rest at.

I am a collector first and foremost. This is an expensive hobby though…like really expensive, especially the last couple of years. I’ve been listing my cards on ebay now, quite a bit. I’ve also done well, so much so that I’ve opened a shop on ebay and have been dealing with the crazies all across the country buying my unwanted cards. Essentially running a small card shop from my home. I do mostly PWE’s and have been adding my return address just in case something gets lost or ends up bouncing back and forth between Miami and Minneapolis. I don’t mind fellow bloggers having my addy, but not some coocoo man from Florida type that could receive a card they don’t like and decide to take a road trip to the PNW. I’m thinking of getting a PO Box to help with this issue so I’m not selling no crack…cards where I rest at forever.

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Number SIX! Biggie Says: That got damn credit? Dead it!

Cards are expensive, remember when I mentioned that in item 5? Yeah…really expensive. How many collector’s run up a debt in their collecting process? Hopefully not many, but I’m certain some do. Living on credit is tough during these Soylent Green sorts of days and almost necessary for some of us. But man, that got damn credit? Dead it. If I can’t pay cash for a card, I don’t need said card…that’s mostly the impetus for selling so much on ebay. Ultimately, my goal would be to not spend any of my day job money on cards and just get to a point where I can spend card sales money on cards!

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Number SEVEN! Biggie Says: Keep your family and business completely separated.

I love my family. They love me…even my 8 year old. The dog loves me. At least one of our cats loves me…not sure about the other one. He’s definitely more of a momma’s boy. They all have some kind of idea what I do with my hobby, not explicitly, but generally. My always asks why I collect cards and in return I ask why he always plays video games…it’s because we enjoy it. Also, we’re both incredibly anxious and these things help our emotions stay in control. Part of the hobby can be dense…too much for a spouse to deal with…or maybe just not want to deal with. I let the bride on to some things that we deal with in our hobby, but mostly don’t. Not because I’m hiding anything (don’t tell her about my stash!!!), but because I don’t believe it will generate a lot of interest for her. Keeping this part of my life separated from her is ok…she knows how much it means to me…she just has some concerns about the time I spend with the hobby. Maybe the hobby does its own part in keeping family and business separated…?

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Number EIGHT! Biggie Says: Never keep no weight on you.

So, as I mentioned in item 3, I was at Bill’s table this past Saturday. Lots of new faces in the crowd. Sneaker head faces behind their Supreme and Nike facemasks, just straight ballin’ out…sorry, that wasn’t really necessary. But seriously, the landscape of these card shows and the hobby have changed. The hobby has been influenced by influencers. I’m sure I’ve been sucked into some of it as well…I’m a sucker most of the time. Well, anyways. While at Bill’s table there was a group of twenty somethings buying graded basketball cards. Not just some basic cards, LeBron and Kobe rookies. These youngsters has some loot too. The tallest one, I’ll call him Chad for the sake of conversation. Chad pulled out a ziplock back…the kind with the plastic slider, not the integrated slider…he had the baller ziplocks. That bag was way too aggressively slammed down on the glass display case and in it was a four inch stack of cash…at least. All twenties, at least from what I could tell. Chad was not messing around. He wanted those slabs and got those slabs. The Chad gang left right after the purchase and went to their cars…I guess to unload the weight.

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Number NINE! Biggie Says: Stay the F*** from police.

Well, maybe the police don’t have anything to do with this one. Other than possibly the moral collector police or the “back in my day” police. I totally get the frustration we all have with the hobby at times and the influx of new faces, but things change. I like to see this change as good for the hobby. It increases accessibility, awareness, attendance and other words starting with A’s. It also increases interest. Our hobby has had, in my mind, a negative perception for those that don’t know. We’re seen as overgrown children doing children things…collecting WHAT??!! I had those when I was a kid…why do you still collect cards…now you know why number one was so important to me. I like to see how others collect and I honestly don’t care if someone objects to my collection process or methods. This hobby is huge and has many lanes for all of us to participate in…let enjoy and not overly police others that are new to the hobby. So, not only stay the f*** from police, don’t be one!

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Number TEN! Biggie Says: Consignment, if you ain’t got no clientele, say hell no!

Consignment, yeah…no thanks…well, maybe. Selling cards is tough, you really need a lot of stock to make some money in doing it. Collecting cards is also tough, you really need some good collector friends and online searches to find what you want. Do we really need consignment in our hobby? Many times I’ve been sent a link on twitter for a great Washington card and pursued it. Some times the favor was returned when I posted a card…sort of a communal sharing. Ebay is a bit of a consignment…they take a huge chunk of your change so you can sell your items to a significantly larger audience. Helpful yes. Paying for them to such a thing, not so much. But, honestly would I have sold that card without them and their reach…? I don’t know…may say hell maybe to consignment.

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Hope you enjoyed the read.

Hope it was slightly entertaining and engaging.

My apologies for the ramblings, but hey…isn’t a blog supposed to be about ramblings?

Have a great evening and see you next time!

-Cardboard Hogs

And now…the inspiration for today’s post…as well as the inspiration for the song for the post…so metta.

Collector seeking Autographs

Posted by cardboard hogs on January 16, 2017

I used to be an autograph seeker in my adolescent years. Cards and a fresh sharpie in hand, fighting my way to the front in hopes of getting an illegible scribble from the baseball stars of the 1980’s. After a while i build up quite a collection that i’m proud of and like to look back on every once in a while. San Antonio didn’t have a major league team in San Antonio (AA San Antonio Dodgers though!), but my mother…being the most amazing working / single mother that she was (and still is…) would take me to Arlington a couple times each summer. We’d mostly go the Rangers games rather than the Astros in Houston…i guess i’ve always been an American League guy…or maybe it was those horrific rainbow sherbet jerseys…the trips each year would include the Yankees, of course and maybe the Blue Jays or Mariners. Looking back, we went to quite a few Mariners games as a kid and now i live in the PNW, it’s like it was fate or somethign? My mother is an incredibly generous and giving person, and she always went out of her way to make sure i had what i needed, and most times what i wanted. Even if it was a terrible idea. Like sitting in an open air stadium under the relentlessly pounding late afternoon sun of Texas in July and August. It was a brutal request from an only child after driving for 5 hours, but she obliged, albeit with some resentment in her eyes…but hey, i’m an only child :)!!

As i got older and realized i could maximize my inventory while minimizing my road trips through through the mail autographs, or TTM as every single one of you kids out there reading this knows. I did this for a couple of years and had some success, check out the page of autographs HERE. DOIT!!

As i got even older…and was able to finally get that Rickey Henderson auto i always wanted…but can’t seem to find anymore…shit…i’ll dig it out. Anyways, after that autograph, i decided to stop asking adults for their signature. Seemed kinda silly of me i guess…not sure why, maybe it was that i was starting to get older than the people i wanted autographs from? Maybe I was a little embarrassed? Maybe it was simply the asking for something and being shy about it? Not really sure. That said, i have nothing against collecting autos…especially if they have some kind of story associated with them. Unfortunately, the cards below have no great story other than they are what i pulled from the box i picked up at Brian’s shop. Here they are! There are 5 of them and they are nice pieces to have in the collection for now. You gotta wait for these guys, some of them never pan out and other may take a couple of years to get there…so enjoy.

Will Benson – Cleveland Indians – 1st Bowman Card

Robert Tyler – Colorado Rockies – 1st Bowman Card 227/250

Dylan Carlson – St. Louis Cardinals – 1st Bowman Card 316/499

Ben Bowden – Colorado Rockies – 1st Bowman Card

Anfernee Grier – Arizona Diamondbacks – 1st Bowman Card

Actually got to see this guy play a couple of games last year in Hillsboro for the Hops. He was the 39th pick from Auburn in last years draft, so there is some hope that he could find his way to the big leagues in a year or two.

The jumbo box included a couple other cards of note that i was pretty excited about. This lovely Griffey Jr. card, which could have been posted in my previous post on Sons and Fathers…doesn’t top Gavin’s 1/1 auto, but not a bad looking card to have…and Bo Jackson…

These Bowman Chrome cards are really nice cards to hold…but do smell a little bit like syrup as Sooz mentioned in a very cool and random tweet a couple days ago. Speaking of Yankees…Here are the last two cards i wanted to share. A couple of guys i have high hopes for this year that came through via trades Cushman made out on, or at least the Yankees fans hope so.

I apologize for the fingerprints on that Sheffield card, not only do they smell like syrup…they love to grab hold of anything that touched the surface. So much grit!

I hope you had a good MLK day and took a moment to understand the importance of his life. Normally, this is where i post a music video that ties in to the cards or story of the day but i wanted to post something appropriate for the day rather than the post. I listened to this while i was at work today and…well, you should listen to. And in case you question why #BlackLivesMatter, it’s very thoughtfully explained and passionately addressed by Dr. King.

A new Wallet Card

Posted by cardboard hogs on January 1, 2017

As the year comes to a grinding halt, life slows down a bit, but ironically gets busy in other areas. Although i was off work, my schedule was quite packed each day. Luckily, I was able to spend some ample amount of quality time with my boy. He’s been a lot of fun this holiday although he’s incredibly exhausting at times…we’ve had some fun and were able to enjoy some more snow yesterday! I also decided to take a break from posting the past few days so i could focus my attention of the family and just relaxing, it’s not every month you get this much time off from work without feeling guilty. I’ve been a master of sleeping and eating too…way too much sleeping and eating…way too much…

As i logged back in to the blog a couple days ago, i thought it was time to update my banner a bit and update a couple other things with the blog…still working on it, but getting there…and to be honest, i’m in no real rush. Although, i’d like to get my checklists posted so i have something to keep track of when i’m out at a show or some random shop. Today, I initially had high hopes of writing all about the great holiday trip and a few cards i picked up over that time, but the Redskins loss to the stupid Giants and elimination from the playoffs all but zapped my writing energy. So, i decided to keep it short and post the last day of Wallet Card Art Monk and introduce the new Wallet Card for 2017!

As you can see, Wallet Card Monk took a beating all year. Although he didn’t get out as much as Wallet Card Henderson, he did manage to get out more than the previous versions of wallet cards. If memory serves me correct, this is my 7th year of toting a wallet card around. One thing i like to do with the wallet card is rotate the card every month or so in order to keep the edge damage somewhat consistent…gives it that nice aged treatment and something that i’ve earned through my years of diligent wallet card-ing. I also do what i can to keep the card dry. WC Monk ended up in my back pack during some wet bike rides to work a few days earlier last year, but held up pretty well i’d say. I love the layering of card damage that occurs with each year, you can see it at the bottom of the card image below.

As per annual retirement of the card, WC Monk will be loaded in to a penny sleeve and top loader for the safest of keeping for years to come. The irony of beating a card to pieces for a year and then treating it like it’s the most valuable card in my possession is always enjoyable…it’s kinda cool to see the liberally used cards treated delicately at the end of their lives. One day, I should post the previous versions side by side just for the fun of it. I should dig those guys up…!!??!?!?

Trying to decide what card to go with this year was much tougher than normal. I was thinking of something outside the box and going with a player that isn’t quite in my personal collection list, like Troy Tulowitzki or Trea Turner. Maybe going with Tim Raines in hopes of him finally getting elected to the HOF or carry Tim Duncan around for a year. I’ve never had a basketball card for a wallet card…I also thought i should go with my favorite card of 2016, the Willie Mays Stadium Club card. If i had a double of that card, i may have run with it, but it was just too nice and thick and shiny to cary in my money clip. Not to mention, i’m kinda limited to what i can pack in that clip before it gets overloaded…i have so much money, you know! I wasn’t really feeling any of those ideas. On a random trip to the card shop on Saturday I stumbled across this guy for a buck.

Pretty, pretty, pretty…Nice little insert for my toting around this year eh? Beautiful shot of Jeet with all the accoutrements that a modern baseball player needs when he’s at the plate. That smile. The pinstripes. The black and white image. Done deal! Here’s Jeters’ backside for those in to that sort of thing. I agree that this is definitely a trading card of quality. Top notch! Can’t wait to beat the crap out of it this year.

Here’s an image of Jeter and Monk side by side. Old and haggard vs. Fresh and New. Give it 12 months and the roles will be shifted a bit.

Jeters’ face represents how i feel about the Yankees coming in to the 2017 season and Monks’ face is a direct representation of how i feel after every Redskins season…for the past 20+ years. Frustration and disdain for another disappointing season…football man, football.

So, now that the decision has been made, Mr. Derek Jeter finds his way in to his new home. Now, with a money clip i tend to keep the card in my front right pocket…so, if you plan to pickpocket me there’s your bit of a head start. This also does a little bit to keep the card straight through the year rather than shaping to the curvature of my bum.

I hope you all had a great holiday, Christmas and New Years, and that your favorite teams win all their games and that the Clemson Tigers finally gets a National Championship after 36 years of waiting.

Fresh of the family visit, i wanted to share a video of the group Winchester Rebels that my brother in law, Barry, was/is in. (He’s the drummer). Whether or not this music is your cup ‘o tea, please give it a listen. It’s a pretty rockin’ tune.