Recently I’ve been mulling the idea of collecting baseball cards again. Not for myself, mind you, but for my young son. Before he was born 18 months ago, I had plans on buying a set of 2004 Topps cards and then doing the same thing every year until he was old enough to start buying them himself (35?).
Last night at Target I dipped my toe into the card-collecting waters and decided to buy a pack of Topps cards to see what they look like these days. Imagine my shock to find that a pack of eight cards costs a buck 99. For baseball cards?! Now, I know that the whole card collecting phenomenon has taken over the world and I shouldn’t be so surprised but, dang. Two bucks for a pack of cards and stale piece of Bazooka? And that wasn’t the highest price. You can pay more for trading cards than for a gallon of gas.
I’m smack-dab in my late 30s which means I’m dangerously close to being able to say the words ÒWhen I was a kid…Ó without being laughed at. So please indulge me: When I was a kid I’d take a quarter to Johnny’s Party Market and get a pack of cards for 20 cents then use the remaining nickel for a red hot fireball. Every time.
I’m still undecided on whether or not to start collecting again. I’ll let you know when the sticker shock wears off.