tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775719725243927854.post2908078501671229403..comments2008-08-06T08:58:11.404-07:00Dave in Michiganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10613028082735259640noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3775719725243927854.post-41941153723079576252008-07-09T14:21:00.000-07:002008-07-09T14:21:00.000-07:00Hey Dave,<BR/><BR/>Sounds like you and me have a lot in common with the ball card collecting. Only thing is, I still got more than half of my childhood collection. <BR/><BR/>It's a blessing and a curse; I've moved eight times in the last 12 years. It's a heck of a thing to lug all those ball cards from place to place, and the collection currently takes up a lot of room in my basement. To boot, I have two boys, 7 and 9, who are very curious about the collection and are still too young to not be destructive.<BR/><BR/>I really enjoyed my collection though, as a kid. I active collected from 1979-1985 and I was able to get my hands on some cool old cards too. I had an old Topps Ted Williams that was a prize. A rookie Pete Rose (still my all-time favorite player). A rookie Jackson. Lots of good Kalines. Lots of good Nolan Ryans (not a rookie though). And, yes, a handful of Clementes. Too many to name really.<BR/><BR/>I sold a lot of my cards in 2000. I didn't know it at the time, but it was the best market for selling cards since a decade before. I only sold some because my wife-at-the-time was always threatening to throw my cards to the trash one day while I was at work. Worthless, she said.<BR/><BR/>So I advertised a rookie Griffey, got $100 for it, and suddenly, my trash heap of baseball cards started to look like a gold mine. She urged me to sell more, which I did, but I didn't want to get rid of them.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com