I took the blogging day off yesterday to get some card room organizing done.
I finally found a second giant box to store my Dodger dupes instead of the dozen smaller boxes that have been stacked on top of each other and confusing me about what exactly was in each one. Now I have one giant Dodger dupes box that goes from the 1970s to 1999 and a second that runs from 2000 to now. Very convenient how that fell, broken down by century.
I also bought a couple of binders to begin replacing the many dilapidated binders in my Dodgers collection. There’s only so much you can do with duck tape.
And I rooted around a bit for the latest installment of Dodgers giveaway packages. Next group of four heads out this week. More to come.
Also yesterday three card packages arrived for me – none that I ordered. This is a rarity as we’re long past the days of bloggers everywhere shipping cards hither and yon. The box from Johnny’s Trading Spot rivaled some of those packages I received back in 2010.
But no time to address that one (it will take me several days to figure out exactly what is in there and what I need). Instead I’ll get to a small envelope of cards sent to me by Richard.
Richard does not think that. In fact he told me in an email that he just pulled a Juan Soto autographed card numbered to 10 from 2021 Update. That’s pretty freakin ‘cool that someone of that age knows how fantastic that is. That is shattering stereotypes.
I’m a big believer in sampling a little of everything when it comes to cards (same applies to music – it makes me sad when I see people stuck in classic rock, thinking nothing good has been made in music the last 30 years) . I love vintage cards – more than anything else – and I especially love cards from the ’70s – more than anything else. That’s where my collecting heart lies and always will. But there’s fun in newer stuff, too.
My guess is that this Kershaw Black Gold insert came from the same packs that yielded the Soto autograph for Rich. This is the 892nd card of Kershaw in my collection. I’m pretty sure that No. 900 is in my possession, I just have not gotten to everything on the card desk.
The other cards that Rich sent were nothing like 2021 Update:
Three 1967 Topps highish-numberish needs! Wooooo! 1967 new arrivals are among my favorite cards right now.
I love packages featuring cards that span more than 50 years.
There are benefits to sticking to what you really love in collecting and shunning everything else. You avoid hoarding, you avoid disappointment, you avoid confusion.
I often see collectors gravitate to those who collected only when they did or show cards only from that specific era when they grew up. It’s understandable and, heck, this is a hobby, not anything super important, really. Do what you love. But like the dangers of surrounding yourself with like-minded people, you miss out on a lot and appreciate very little by living in your world of albums from 1971. Or your world of CDs from 1997.
1971 was a great year, no argument from me (1997 was OK), but I like guys like Rich who dabble in a bit of everything.
PS: Oh yeah, that pack of 2021 Panini Optic that I bought yesterday, suuuuuuuuuucked.