wolvesjr34
Morrow Super Collector
I was just writing an entry in my livejournal... and well I decided I wanted to share it with you wonderful folks. Take from it what you will, perhaps share some of your thoughts and memories about this hobby of ours.
From my Livejournal
You know, it's funny... but I absolutely love my hobby of trading cards, basketball cards in particular. I have been incredibly unhappy recently, beyond typical levels. I hadn't been buying or trading cards much in that time either, and being someone who needs something little to go right about every day, not having the cards arrive in the mail for my viewing and sorting pleasure had more impact on me then I realised.
I made the decision to invest in some more cards this week, spent a pretty penny, but already I am enjoying myself again. Today I finally went through my Portland Trailblazer cards that I had procured for my second team collection and sorted them into alphabetical order by surname and removed the doubles. At the end of the day my Trailblazer collection stands at a mere 760 cards, compared to the Minnesota Timberwolves collection, which has a total 1846 cards in it. It has more room to grow though, as the Blazers have been around an incredibly long time compared to the Timberwolves. Although I don't see any player collection for the Blazers reaching the heights of my 375 different Garnett Cards. I really hope he isn't traded, because that will make me sad, I want him to be a career timberwolf. He is the only player of my top four who hasn't played with any other team (number five is McCants and he is only two years into his career, he'll probably move on too).
I really hope to procure some more cards of Rider soon and dream of owning a Printing plate or Flair Masterpiece. It's not really a hobby that will make me any money, but it's not about that. I know I will love this hobby until the day I die. I will always have joy in procurement of cards for my collection. Most of the time they are away in folders and boxes, but when I pull the folder out to search through and see if I need a particular card, I invariably take the time to appreciate the cards I have. It calms me and I feel good. This is something I have been doing for 13 (basketball cards - football cards for 17) years. This has been in my life longer than anyone besides my Mum, Dad, Nan and my sister Rachel and the Hawthorn Football club, but then I was collecting football cards as soon as I knew what the game was about - so perhaps they're on a par.
When everything else is going wrong I know that I can turn to something as simple as a folder of base and low end inserts and I will smile and be grateful for the what I have. It's not just a piece of cardboard. It's a piece of cardboard with artwork, photography, commentary and stats. It's more than that, it's a memory.
It's standing on the street looking through the 30 or so Upper Deck 93/94 Cards you had gotten from a friend's Dad for a few 1994 AFL cards he needed for his set. It's having no clue who the hell is who and one of your Mum's friends taking the cards and having a look and pointing out this guy named Isaiah Rider and saying, "He is going to be a star." It's deciding in that moment that he would be your favourite player, even though you don't know anything about him, or basketball really.
It's having $10 to spend and wandering into a store and buying 4 packs of 94/95 Collectors Choice and getting excited because you know you just got a Michael Jordan silver signature. It's taking this card, and others you get from packs and turning your 4 packs, into 32 packs worth of cards, minus a few silver signatures. It's taking them home and sitting on your bed and sorting through them and finding the ones of Isaiah Rider and the other players you had been told were good, during that hour you spent opening cards in the card store.
It's deciding that you like the Orlando Magic and Shaquille O'Neal and Penny Hardaway and the Sonics and Payton and Kemp. It's trading your Jordan's for Payton's. It's doing deals that involve complexities like, "Next Jordan I get worth less than $6 I give to you and next Payton you get worth $5 you give to me," just so a trade could go ahead.
It's getting your first card folder with a bonus pack of Fleer 94/95 and getting a hot pack full of inserts. It's getting your first box of 90/91 Skybox and making the complete set. It's keeping all your cards in shoeboxes that you carry around to your friends places to do trades. It's managing to keep that shoebox under your arm and only damaging a couple cards when when of those friends lost his temper and karate flipped you. Hey, that's true. It damaged a Magic Johnson card and a Penny Hardaway Rookie... oooh did he get shit for that.
It's much more than that. So much more than that.