I'm so glad this bipping nonsense is over. What a relief it is to walk to my mailbox and pull out a package that contains individual cards, each one distinct from the next. What joy that I no longer have to reassure my wife that I do not have an unhealthy obsession with Alex Gordon just because I have eight of his Timeline card. As a six-time bippee I know what havoc bipping can create. The sleepless nights, the panic-filled days. The binge drinking. Your life makes no sense. The very thing you love -- a card package -- had become the same thing that you dread. People would ask me, "did you get another card package today?" I didn't want to tell them anymore. I used to be proud of my puffy envelopes. Then, they brought nothing but shame. What was it all for anyway? Was it for bragging rights? "Look how many Dave Gallagher cards I can send you." Or maybe it was a power trip. "I'll teach you to root for the Mets. Here are 45 Tim Bogar...
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