By Jordan Freemyer aka free7694
There is a card I have that sums up nearly a decade, or half, of my life. To the average collector it’s really nothing special, but to me it is precious. It is a Vincent Jackson rookie game used card from 2005.
I am currently a student at the University of Northern Colorado, the same school Jackson attended. Additionally, both of my parents went to UNC and my great-grandfather taught there. Needless to say, being a UNC Bear is in my blood. As a school that was, until very recently, Division II we don’t get many athletes More >
By TJ Hill aka napuke46
It’s late in the winter 1988. I am eight years old and I come into the living room and Dad is watching a bunch of guys on ice skates swat around at a little black thing. “Whatcha watchin?” was all I could think to say. He replies, ”It’s something called ice hockey.” with this tone in his voice of, “Who knows but it’s something to watch.” That winter evening way back then was the start of something that has lasted over 20 years. It was that night of hockey that got the entire family started into More >
By Kyle Hymel aka FootballCardFreak
It was a warm August day; a day that I will never forget. I slowly opened the door, unsure of what to expect. All I knew was that I had 20 dollars and thousands of sports cards to choose from. “Hello,” said Mr. James, the storeowner. “Hi,” I hesitantly replied. “Let me know if you need anything bud,” Mr James cheerfully responded. I looked at all those cards for what seemed like hours, basking in their beauty. As a 10 year-old, I had never been so close to my favorite players; some of who were my More >
By Darcy Ryan Brooke-Bisschop aka bb_bros
For the longest time very few people seemed to understand my obsession with the hobby of collecting sports cards. My wife-to-be thought it was just another of my many quirks, and friends and colleagues generally seemed bewildered by it. Comments along the lines of : ‘Why do you spend so much time and money on that stuff?’ or ‘I just don’t get how you can find little pieces of cardboard so interesting’ have not been uncommon throughout most of my life.
When faced with these comments and pressed to explain my fixation, I often struggled to identify exactly More >
By Dwight Erickson aka Dwight
Let’s travel back to summer 1989. My two sons, age 12 and 14 at the time who were living with their mother a few hours away, had come to visit for a couple of weeks after school had let out for the year. The oldest had developed a fascination, or should I dub it an “obsession”, with finding either a) a Jerry Rice rookie card or b) the obscenity card version of the 1989 Fleer Billy Ripken. He already had the white box and black box versions, but his collection (as it were) would not be More >
By Brett Fields aka brettyboy
On a chilly Christmas Eve in the mid ‘90s I was nestled in front of the Christmas tree with my family. One person in the family is always chosen to wear the Santa hat and pass out the gifts to everyone else. That year my brother was Santa. He was a small seven year old compared to others his age and the Santa hat drooped over his eyes. He had to push it up every few presents so that he could see. After what seemed like forever he grabbed a package with my name on it. More >