When a mighty fine looking Honus Wagner baseball card sold for a mere $1.32 million late last month, it raised some eyebrows. After all, the same card in worse condition had sold for more than that in the past.
(By the way, have you noticed I'm blogging less about website services lately? It's kind of a nice break, isn't it?)
Anyway, there may or may not be a reformed baseball card fan or two in the Trifecta office, so it's probably no surprise that the idea of purchasing some cool baseball cards has been tossed around amongst coworkers here and there.
And while conjuring up the memories of collecting cards as a youth is charming for sure, it doesn't take much time looking into the modern state of baseball card culture and commerce to get a bit sick about the whole thing.
Basically, there isn't a decently valuable card from our lifetime, which is annoying. I mean, Mickey Mantle was great, but c'mon ...
Also, the dorks that grade out the cards are annoying, too. The grades are so essential to value now that the process of owning a card isn't as much fun as it used to be. Don't even think about touch the card.
Is this a case of trying to recapture youth? Maybe. After all, kids know how to have fun and get out of their own way when it comes to getting their jollies. It's important not to lose that completely with adulthood.
Alas, I'm sad to say that a Barry Bonds card ain't much more use to me than a CentrePointe bond. At least a Bonds card actually exists, though, right?