Long winded, but here goes. So my dad was an extremely avid sports card & memorabilia collector. The man had the sort of collection that would make 99.9% of vintage sports enthusiasts green with envy. I definitely caught the collecting bug from him, in fact it runs through that entire side of the family. Iāve always liked sports well enough, but it was definitely never to the extreme levels that he liked it. I was always more wrapped up in my comics, video games, and cartoons! Despite that gap in our interests, we always found a happy middle ground in PokĆ©mon cards! We used to rip pack after pack after pack, mostly ex era and unlimited base sets. A lot, and I mean a lot of 1st edition TR Base.
I was taught from a very young age how to keep my collectibles and possessions in great shape, and any card I ever pulled went straight into a sleeve and toploader. Additionally, as my dad was such a serious collector, I also became very familiar with grading as well. Much like many of us here, my dad was a big proponent of the PSA 9 agenda, ājust as mint, but half the cost!ā Despite being a man of standard means for most of his life, my dad was ferociously frugal and smart with his money, which allowed his buck to simply go further for the things he wanted.
I fell out with collecting PokƩmon cards throughout high school and most of college, not out of disinterest, but more so that I simply allocated my focus to athletics, school, and my retro video game collecting instead. I always, always kept up with the games, but the cards just fell to the wayside. I kept 99% of my childhood collection, but did regrettably let go of some cards to cover things like going out and drinking in college, lmaoooo.
My dad passed away suddenly in a car accident in early 2018 during my senior year of college, which left a massive hole in our family. I went through a particularly dreadful year, what with that, breaking up with my first girlfriend, most of my best friends moving away, etc. I honestly was having the worst time of it, and therapy wasnāt helping, nor was trying to mentally escape with exercise or video games, as my brain was just always spiraling.
Thatās when I started seriously getting back into my trading cards. I needed something to just shut down my brain and go zen mode on. Sorting bulk, ripping packs, and looking at the artwork just really helped my brain getā¦quiet. Focused. Around that time is when I made the decision to go for every original ex card in a PSA 9. Those were the cards we used to get the most excited to pull from packs. They have always been my favorite cards, and always will be. My rediscovered love for the cards wasnāt just a hobby, it was a way for me to keep my brain occupied, and also to keep his memory alive to me. It made me feel close to him.
I think thatās why I stress so much about my collections, and about the current state of the market. Itās all just very personal to me. Itās a part of me and my identity, for better or for worse. That said, now that Iāve completed the major collecting goals I initially was shooting for, I feel like I can kinda sit back and close this chapter of my life, which is all the more fitting as I turn 30 in the summer. (Not that Iām done collecting, of course! Iāll be buying shiny cardboard for the rest of my life
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I miss the man a lot everyday, but having completed my goals makes me feel a little more content on the inside. Iām excited for this new phase of my collecting, where I can maybe relax a bit more and just enjoy things that catch my interest at random, rather than feeling like I āHAVE TOā complete something. I also want to get back to rounding off my āwantedā list for my retro game collection.
I hope to one day have an overall collection even close to as awe-inspiring as my dadās sports collection was. We kept his most important keepsakes of course, but me, my mother, and my brother decided to liquidate a large majority of it. It wouldnāt have been fair to expect my mother to continue housing such an expensive collection that decorated an entire basement from floor to ceiling.
That said, my dad taught me everything I know about sports, trading cards, collectibles, etc. Itās been nice to continue that family legacy of being collectible nuts in my own way. 