|Sammy Stewart 1979 card|
From then on, can't remember where they came from or how I got them, but a collection was born. A pack of 15 Topps cards (only game in town) was probably 25 cents if it was more than a dime. In parallel I remember mini helmets that came from vending machines for about that price point as well.
The hobby collection took center attention throughout the early 80s, consider my Elementary School days of 1st through 5th grade. My friends (now living in Texas) and I would save up our money (or beg our parents) for packs and study memorize the stats on the back. We had our favorites for strange names (Shooty Babitt or Biff Pocoroba) or local team Houston Astros (Jose Cruz, Tony Scott, or Terry Puhl). There were some that had funny pictures that became coveted as well. Another kid on the street was a Yankees fan, so that immediately thrust cards of that team (Winfield, Reggie, Guidry) to high value. There were new brands like Fleer and Donruss with different and fun designs. I remember liking Kiko Garcia because he played for both my Orioles and Astros. I remember a trade of a Carl Yastrzemski for Willie McCovey card (which I still have) in which it took some negotiation since McCovey had more HR (but the Yaz receiver was from New England).
|Collectable by interesting name alone|
|Another fun name of a player|
Then the bubble of the late 1980s, when production skyrocketed along with artificially high prices (think beanie babies) seemed to attract a different kind of interest. No longer looking for anything but a coveted rookie like Jose Canseco or Doc Gooden or Barry Bonds. Kinds would throw out the "commons" they weren't worth the storage cost. I indulged until late high school, then moved on to more adult things with a collection of nearly 10,000 cards to date.
|Jose Canseco was the thing|
So, looking back, what was the attraction of these? Why were they so much fun? Why is the hobby all but dead these days? Or is it?
The attraction as a youngster was the initial access to the game. Long before cable and even when your local team would be on TV every night, these photos and these statistics were all you had to connect to stars like George Brett or Dale Murphy or Pete Rose or Johnny Bench. If you got their card, you kept it because you knew who it was. Didn't matter what it was worth, it became the center of the collection. Even miscuts, error, or soiled cards (virtually worthless on the market, I even had a Gaylord Perry torn up by the neighbors dog) were cool because it was something different. I remember the excitement when my aunt turned over my older cousin's baseball cards to me and another younger cousin (which we ravaged via an organized free-for-all) before she was going to throw them out, opening the window for some earlier 80s and late 70s additions to the collection.
|Always fun to get superstar cards|
|New to the card business in 1981, Donruss didn't quite have the formula down on bubble gum to avoid a disaster (believed to be Mike Ivie)|
|Cards from Cereal boxes were worth keeping, especially if Fernando|
Later the collection morphed into simulating games on the living room floor with building block stadiums, cards strewn about in defensive configuration, a legit lineup of players (from different generations) and a lego head flicked across the floor for the ball in some sort of organized fashion. I remember one of these games Doug DeCinces made three errors.
My collecting (as mentioned above) seemed to wane as time in high school turned to other interests as happens. At a certain age I could (and would) just drive myself to an Astros game instead of needing the cards for access to learn about players. Computer game simulations came into play where you could have games with real stats determining the outcome (Micro League Baseball and Computer Baseball two of my favorites). The collect-for-value bubble had burst, and no cards were going to be hundreds of dollars for a 50-cent pack find (shocking I know, lesson in economics).
So where does this leave my collection today? I value it. I love looking through it. My 10-year-old inner self feeling of excitement is reinvigorated when I see some 1982 or 1983 cards of my youth. About the time I stopped collecting via packs, eBay came along, and I had resources to go get some older (pre-1980) cards of players I liked or Hall of Famers. The price point wasn't too high to get a Don Drysdale, Yogi Berra, or Hank Aaron. I still like collecting autographs on cards exclusively. Within the last year I've gotten autographs of Pete Rose, Dave Parker, Cal Ripken Jr., and Reggie Jackson (mostly pay-to-play at shows).
|Cards in my collection of those who passed in 2020-2021|
|Recent Autographs on Baseball Cards|
I enjoyed the recently opened "Shoebox Treasures" exhibit to Baseball Cards at the National Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, highlighting the full spectra of the cards from the business side to the fan side, and interactive. The collection has thousands of interesting ones, including the "Holy Grail" displays to include the famous 1909 - 1911 American Tobacco Honus Wagner (which recently sold for over $7M in a private sale) and the 1952 Mickey Mantle (nearly double that) which my dad is sure he had many of before his mom (my grandmother) threw them out. Would you believe that a number of those Mantle cards ended up in the bottom of the ocean?
|Shoebox Treasures in at the National Baseball Hall of Fame|
Another way my cards got me through tough times was during the COVID-induced stoppage of league play, I decided to post a thread of baseball cards to pass the time, you can see that here: my Twitter feed.
Baseball cards had a unique place in my childhood and remain a part of my life today. What I'm going to do with the cards? No idea. But I will say they're in any car I leave here for a hurricane evacuation. And I won't stop collecting. I recently perused some cards on the rack and pack of 20 was near $9 and I kept walking. They might even hold value but that's not what I'm interested in. Give me 17 cards to learn and memorize for a quarter, and I'm a happy kid. What a time it was to be alive!