Night Owl Cards

I'm am still in a "get rid of surplus cards" frame of mind. So far, I've gone the contest route and the trade-300-cards-for-2-cards route. This weekend, there was the trusty garage sale. I've had varied success selling cards at garage sales, but mostly it's been productive. Friday was very productive as a big, BIG box of dupes disappeared for the low, low price of 10 bucks. OK, I can hear you: "What was in that box?" you're saying in a panic. "There might have been something in there that I NEED!" Well, you should have spoken up sooner. Those things have been accumulating mold in my closet for six years now. I got rid of all I could in trades, but they were no longer useful. Before I sold them, I removed anything I could conceivable want or use. I still have some beat up late '70s cards. I still have some '09 O-Pee-Chee dupes. I still have some Fan Favorites and a smattering of early '80s Topps and some A&...

If you've been reading this blog for at least a couple of years, you know that every year at this time I take a trip to a guy's home and rummage through his file cabinet for a couple of hours. I know that sounds questionable. It's not. It's part of a giant yard sale, spanning three towns, and his garage happens to feature a file cabinet -- more like a card catalog cabinet -- packed with baseball cards. Each of the last four years I have made a pilgrimage to his garage. It is one of five major card stops every year -- the other four are card shows. It's tremendous fun. I love sifting through cards and you could stay there forever if you wanted. One year his wife even asked if I wanted something to drink. I didn't get anything spectacular each year. Most of the cards were from 1985-95. But every once in awhile, I would hit a card from the '60s. And his inventory from the junk wax period was so complete, that you could always find the oddest of the oddba...

Last weekend I was out of town, in an attempt to erase the travesties of the previous week from my brain. I was successful. And that's because a box filled with 6,000 cards can cure just about any suburban woe on the planet. Remember that box of cards my brother-in-law found for me at the flea market? Well, it contained six smaller boxes, the majority of which were 1,000-count trading card boxes, packed full. I brought home with me between 6,000-7,000 cards. I am not going to to reveal the price he paid until the end of the post, for that is the most interesting part of the box. Also, there will be a short-and-sweet contest at the end of this post, so pay attention. OK, now I know what you're thinking after hearing I received up to 7,000 cards from a flea market. You're thinking, "how's that 1991 Donruss set coming?" And I am replying with "very well, thank you. How nice of you to ask. I may be close to completing the whole thing." Ye...