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Dear Baseball Cards
02/15/2019

Dear Baseball Cards,

I think we should take a trial separation. I apologize for the timing. This may come as a surprise to you the day after Valentine's Day, but surely you've noticed that our relationship has been strained for the past 2+ years.

It's not me; it's you. You read that correctly. I won't sugar-coat it. You've changed. You've become more elitist lately. We've been friends for over 30 years and intimately involved for the past 20. You used to be about the collector. Now there are hardly any collectors left. You don't want to hang out with the Dooley Womacks of the world anymore. Gus Triandos isn't good enough. All you want is the limelight...the glitz and glamour of Ruth, Mantle, Cobb, and the 50s and 60s HOF rookies and short-prints.

You've also succombed to the lure of gambling over pure collecting. "Breakers." That's all I hear about online anymore. Only a small fraction of those people end up happy. And it's not even because they hit a card of a player or team they like. It's only about the money. What kind of life is that. People could just hang out in a casino instead.

Sure, we've had good times together. We've seen the country. We've made so many mutual friends, and I hope to continue to see them. But a lot of our friends just drop in occassionally. Many stay away completely. They've soured on you.

I've worked on this relationship. I've spent a lot of time trying to make things better between us, trying to reinvent what makes us work. But to no avail. I'm not able to sell or buy much anymore. It's not for lack of trying either. Over the last few days, I bid on 41 cards and lots with Huggins and Scott and won zero. 76 bids with PWCC, also zero wins. I bid on over 220 cards Steve Novella had from a '56 set break and only won three. I hate to be mean, but this is a waste of time.

I think the universe is trying to send us a signal. I went to St Louis last weekend, skidded down an icy highway, and got trapped on 270 for 2 hours and 45 minutes. All trying to make this work. And for what? A terrible show where I barely sold enough to cover my expenses.

I'm sorry, but this is just not working.
-Tony


tony@monstercards.net