FOMO Tour 2026

 

8.5 miles

                At least that’s what my “smart” phone told me I’d walked when I checked it at the end of a warm and humid day in the city. By then I was home. On the couch. The first of a few ice-cold double vodka and club sodas in my hand, the White Sox and Rays duking it out on TV, beginning a binge of 6 hours of baseball on the couch, bachelor to the wife not being home, she enjoying a weekend of swimming, conversating, kvetching, eating, drinking, and whatever it was women did on the so-called girl’s weekends.

                8.5 miles.

                It had to be right.

                Smart phones are always right…right?

                My body felt like I’d done 8.5 miles. I tend to walk a lot, but I do not like being outside in hot and humid weather in a borough of the city where there are nearly as many tourist roaming around as rats running around in darkened subway tunnels. But there I’d done it. 8.5 miles. I had the proof on the phone. The proof in the dried sweat on my brow. The proof in the sore back, sore hips, sore knees, and whatever other soreness that this ungodly age of 52 throws at a man who is just trying to get through his day.

                And I did it all....for baseball cards.

                I had concocted the idea of visiting local sports card shops right around the time that my wife mentioned that girls weekend would be happening on the last weekend of July, the weekend of The National, that treasured sports card convention that I wouldn’t be attending; the one that has left me with a small bit of FOMO each year that I’ve been back at collection.

                So I’ll label this little jaunt the MOFO Tour 2026.

                The goal was to visit three sports card shops:

                Bleecker Trading in Greenwich Village

                Alex’s MVP in the Upper East Side/Yorkville section of the City

                Bleecker Trading Upper West Side…or Bleecker Trading UWS…as the Zoomers like to refer to areas of the city now by acronym.

                I began my trek in The Village. Because Greenwich Village began as a rural hamlet in 17^th century New York, today’s Village does not adhere to the rigid grid plan laid out in the 19^th century and then subsequently put into place over the years. That means the streets can be as unruley and varied as the ones in downtown Manhattan. That means a man can get lost strolling around, even one such as myself who boats of having a Beat Generation lineage/connection with the likes of Ginsburg, Kerouac, Corso and anyone else you had roaming those Village streets. And being of that lineage means I don’t use GPS to get around.

                So, I got lost.

                I found myself walking up and down Village streets thinking, no it’s the corner, no it’s that corner. I was getting a little stressed. But not terribly stressed. You can come across some cool things in The Village if you’re just walking around looking for a sports card shop.

                Like the home of some old Friends....like of the Rachel and Monica variety.

                Or the place folks rioted for their rights and sparked a movement.

                I eventually found my first destination, Bleecker Trading.  Or stumbled upon it, if I’m being honest.

                I had only been to Bleecker Trading one time before. Being a regular is kind of hard, living in the back end of Brooklyn and usually going over to the city for a purpose/reason with a wife who, for some strange reason, doesn’t want to spend part of her afternoon in a sports card store. Full disclosure...she has endured many a sports card store for me...just not a whole day of it. Bleecker is a touch small. It’s got a small store front with a few display cases and some shelving for boxes, blasters, etc. They do have some back rooms and a patio, which, I believe, are used for breaks and for trading nights and the card shows they’ve been doing for the last year or so.

                The staff are incredibly nice and knowledgeable.

                That will be a continued theme throughout the day at all three locations.

                Also…for the purpose of this trip, I decided that I would purchase something in each store I visited. It didn’t need to be an extravagant purchase. Just something.

                Most of the items in the display cases were of the graded variety and mostly newer product…although there was a 1980 Topps Rickey that was calling to me a little bit. I don’t do graded. I have my opinions on graded cards, which will remain with me. But, like most collectors, I believe you should collect what makes you happy. Grading is a big part of The Hobby, so it must be making tons of collectors happy. So be it.

For a collector like me, who likes to dive through quarter, dollar, etc bins, Bleecker Trading had a few sports card and Pokemon cards to look through.

I bought the following cards.

Nothing fancy or crazy.

The Bart is gold and the Junior is chrome.

All three are players that I collect.

My stomach was beginning to rumble from the hungry attributed to getting lost.

And I knew EXACTLY where I wanted to go to take care of that hunger.

It was so long Greenwich Village and Hello Soho…it’s great to be back.

After a thirty-minute walk in the heat and humidity.

But it was worth it for this.

If you ever come to NYC…yes, yes, by all means try and do eat as much NYC style pizza as you can. I indulge at least once a week as I’m a noted pizza-holic who even owns pizza socks and two pizza related t-shirts. But it can’t be NYC style all the time…or can it? Yes, it can. But if you are ever looking to try something different in the realm of pizza, you can’t go wrong with Prince Street Pizza. It's Sicilian style or a suqare or whatever you want to call it. The way the pie is made is cheese/then sauce on top. Prince Street's specialty is their spciy pepperoni square. They use char pepperoni and if you don't know what that is, it's those pepperonis that are smaller, get really crispy, kind of bend like a chrome card and have the smallest little pool of oiil in them. Really healthy I'm sure. The fear of looking like a toursist kept me from taking a photo but you can see what they are all about right HERE.

While I was in SOHO/Nolita, and since it was right around the corner from Prince Street Pizza, I made it a point to stop by St. Patrick’s Cathedral on Mott Street, otherwise known as The Basilica of St. Patrick’s Old Cathedral, St. Patrick’s Old Cathedral, or simply Old St. Patrick’s. 

This was the cathedral of the Archdiocese of New York City until that other one was built on 5^th Avenue. I’ve been reading a lot about 19^th century New York lately, and I’d really wanted to stop by here at some point and see the old church. I do wish that I’d gone inside.

But it was after noon.

And getting hotter.

And swampy.

And if you’ve ever been in hot and swampy NYC…..

It was time to go uptown via air conditioned subway.

To this place.

...only I forgot to take a damned photograph of the store front.

Alex’s MVP is on York Avenue in the Yorkville/Upper East Side section of the city., once a former enclave for German immigrants. Alex’s does both card and comics, and I’ve been coming here off and on, mostly off because of how long the journey is, since about 2019. Alex’s is an old school card shop. Display cases. Boxes of cards. Packs of cards. Old packs. New Packs. In between packs. You name it. The place has probably twenty (probably more) monster boxes filled with cards ranging from $1-$5 boxes, as well as boxes filled with vintage cards (that I only saw after I made my purchases and had to leave because my middle-aged back was killing me from spending an hour looking through said card boxes). I don’t know how many I looked through. Enough to need a chiropractor.

I purchased these.

I’m at the point now where if I see a Murakami card/I buy a Murakami card. I’ve always been fascinated by Japanese baseball, even more so since I’d been to Japan and was able to watch as much of the game as I could on TV on nights after walking the great cities of that amazing nation. When a Japanese player comes to the states, I tend to collect them. And Murakami, being the single-season HR leader in Japan, just makes him more special to me.

There was one card that really caught my eye at Alex’s. It’s a card that I’d wanted since my childhood.

The 1984 Donruss Don Mattingly.

But I balked at the $75 price and didn’t get it.

As for the rest of Alex’s MVP…had my back not given out on me…I could’ve spent hours in the place. There was just that MUCH to look through.

But there was still one more shop to visit.

And that was this place.

Just a quick M79 bus ride across Manhattan and through Central Park and I was at Bleecker Trading Upper West Side (UWS).

                Bleecker Trading UWS is the newer of the two Bleecker stores, and their storefront is decidedly bigger. They still have that display case in front of the store full of graded and numbered gems. What Bleecker Trading UWS does have is a lot more bins for collectors to go searching through. And these nice round tables to sit at while doing so. It was honestly nice to take a load off the back and the legs and just look through cards in a friendly air-conditioned sports card store while the world did what it did in the heat and humidity outside.

                I found this.

                I’d been looking for one of those.

                Yeah, it’s a little bit off center.

                But a Tony Gwynn Fleer rookie card is a Tony Gwynn Fleer rookie card.

                I was all set to make my Tony Gwynn purchase when it suddenly hit me that I hadn’t spent nearly the money that I’d set out to spend on that glorious day. So, reason and sanity having left me I went and added this.

                I don’t know why.

                I have notoriously bad luck opening blaster boxes…unless they are ones that my wife has purchased for me.

                The one pictured was no different.

                It was a complete and utter bust and I'll leave the gory details out of this post.

                And what’s even worse…taking the value of that blaster along with the value of the Tony Gwynn card, I was only about $16 shy of the cost of the Don Mattingly 1984 Donruss. Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe sometimes I don’t like to admit it, but I can be a quantity over quality type of collector. Having more is never better than having what you want.

                I’m going to go ahead an blame the heat for that one.

                Anyway, that was the FOMO Tour ’26.

Thanks for Reading! Happy Collecting!

 

               

 

 

               

               

Card Show Observations

 

There’s something in the air here in Gotham City.

            Spring, yes.

            Baseball is back.

            And so are card shows in New York City.

            Really since last fall.

            A steady stream of them when this place has been a card show wasteland for the entire time that I’ve been back collecting.

            We’re talking about 2019 here.

            Which shouldn’t sound like a while ago…but it kind of does now, huh?

            Since September 2025 I’ve been to five card shows. Have had to miss two card shows because I was working. Will miss two card shows over the next two weeks because of work/travel. And I have plans to attend at least two more card shows in the coming months. Last Saturday there were actually two dueling card shows in the city.

            WTF?

            I’m not complaining. I enjoy going to card shows. I think they’re great. I think card shows are exciting. I like buying cards in person over buying them online whenever I can. Card shows have proven to me that kids are still very much involved in this hobby even though it seems so out of their reach monetarily. Or maybe they’re all little rich brats at card shows. Regardless, it’s been a real joy attending them and walking away with some stuff like this.

            Having been able to attend a decent number of card shows lately, I’ve come away from them with the following observations.

            Over half the dealers at the card shows I’ve gone to have been Pokémon dealers. Now, I don’t have an issue with Pokémon or even non-sports dealers. Hell, I’d welcome a more diverse selection of non-sports cards, considering I’ve dipped my toe a few times.

            But it’s ALL Pokémon. 

            And dealers are paying for the tables, so…

            What I’ve observed, however, is that there are not nearly as many collectors at Pokémon tables as there are sports card tables. Which means the sports card tables can get pretty crowded. Which means looking at cards can become a bit of a jostling competition. Especially when all of the Braxtons show up.

            What’s a Braxton?

            A brief definition: A Braxton is a boy aged 12-14. He usually has a haircut that’s shaped like broccoli. He wears a hoodie. He calls all the other kids with him bro or brah.

            This is the part where you’re saying to yourself: hey, I thought this guy was glad that kids are at card shows.

            And I am.

            Except for the Braxtons.

            You see, the Braxtons are pushy. The Braxtons come in packs. The Braxtons all have these card-carrying cases that look like little safes. The cases open at the top and have foam lining to snuggly hold all of the graded/insert/numbered cards that The Braxtons are going to try and sell dealers, pushing a guy like me out of the way so that they can haggle and compare prices on their cell phones.

            Kids selling cards at card shows.

            I guess this is where my age is showing. When I was a kid, we didn’t have insert/auto/numbered/graded cards. We had the cards that came in packs. The best we could hope for was a good card not having wax and/or gum stains on it. If you had an autograph card, it was because you either met a player at the ballpark or at a card show signing. That’s obviously not the case now, when little Braxton gets a hobby box for his birthday and can pull out a number of cards that the collecting hoi polloi might be envious of him for having.

            Again, I’m not criticizing this.

            If I were a kid now, I’d probably be at shows with my broccoli-shaped haircut, wearing my hoodie and hanging with my brahs, toting around my Braxton box trying to make a deal like I was Monty Hall or something.

            Monty Hall?

            Showing my age again, huh?

            Vintage card dealers.

            There aren’t as many vintage card dealers at the shows that I’ve gone to. There are a few. And I’ve managed to grab some cards that I wanted from them.

            But they are few and far between.

            And the ones that are there…the cards are usually graded.

            Graded cards are a non-starter for me.

            For the record, I have nothing against graded cards. I’m not judgy about them. I don’t think grading is a scam. I believe that collectors should collect what they like. Graded cards just aren’t for me. I do feel the value is unnecessarily inflated when the card is graded. I’m not a fan of having cumbersome slabs in my collection. A nice one-touch works for me. And, you know what? I’d like to know that I can take the card out and actually touch it should I want to.

            My last observation is also my biggest pet peeve.

            Dealers who don’t put prices on their cards.

            This happens a lot with the vintage guys, graded or not graded. I was recently at a small card show that my local LCS put on at a church. It was a small but great card show. The dealers are awesome and I always have to leave early because I’ve quickly spent my allotted amount. They usually have one or two vintage dealers there. The last time there was only one. And he didn’t display the prices on his cards, which kind of bothered me. I’m going to shows FOR vintage, and it’s kind of hard to be casual when every few seconds you have to keep saying, well, how much is that? How much is that? And the dealer has to keep lifting his glass display case up and down and up and down.

            I’m sure the dealer thinks doing this leads to engagement.

            And maybe it does.

            But I tend to shy away from tables like that.

            I feel like I’m being a nuisance, especially when I don’t buy.

            And I don’t want to feel like a nuisance when I’m at a card show.

            Especially when I’m hanging out with all my Brahs!

            With all that being said, I did really enjoy the last card show that I went to.

It took place here.

And I came away with these.

Maybe my observations came across a little bit like complaints. I didn’t mean them to be. I hope these card shows keep coming and coming and coming and coming and…

You get the drift.

 

Thanks for reading! Happy Collecting!

The Early Bird Gets the Worm: All Others Pay Cash

 

I attended a card show over the weekend.

            Right before the storm hit.

            Card shows ae becoming a regular occurrence for me, especially in my neighborhood or within my neighborhood. I attended a card show in September. I missed a card show in December thanks to my job. I attended a card show on Saturday. There’s one in Manhattan in February and another in my neighborhood again in March.

            WTF??

            I know, right?

            I don’t want to make any Mark Twain jokes about NYC, but it seems we’re getting a lot of card shows now, after that had pretty much been relatively normal for people living near or in other urban areas. Correct me if I’m wrong. But that’s the way I saw it sitting here in Gotham City card-show-less when many of the card folks I knew online were showing off their purchases.

            Well, I didn’t come to disappoint.

            This was my card show haul from this Saturday.

            Pretty good, I think.

            But it could’ve been better.

            At least from where I’m sitting on this bitterly cold January morning.

            You see, I’m one of those guys who procrastinates until he loses out. It happens in all aspects of my life from food shopping to card shopping to when I was younger with things like dating and where to spend a Saturday night. Recently I waited so long that I screwed myself out of the subscriber rate for the latest Dave’s Picks Grateful Dead CDs.

I’m both tight-fisted and cautious, which has worked to a huge disadvantage for me in this hobby and, to be honest, in most everything that I attempt to do. Up until now that mostly (in the hobby) meant not getting pre-sale deals on boxes of cards or leaving a card shop that I knew I wouldn’t be back to for months without the one card that I truly wanted.

            On Saturday that kind of lifestyle cost me this.

            Yeah.

            The card show that I went to on Saturday wasn’t huge. If I had to estimate it was maybe twenty tables in total, and several of them catered to Pokémon cards. But it was the first card show that one of my local LCS put on, and at 10 a.m. the place was packed enough that they set up another show for March before the day was even done. Room for growth, I say. Most of the card vendors were selling modern stuff, a lot of graded stuff, or insert cards. That’s fine. As a man who still worships at the altar of the base card, I get it; or I aspire to get why all of this flashiness matters more.

            My jury is still out on graded cards though.

            But there were two vendors right near each other that were dealing in vintage cards. That’s where guys my age and older seemed to position themselves. When I first saw the Williams card it was being examined (out of its sleeve) by another collector. I figured he was buying it, so I went and checked out some other tables, eventually making my way back. There was the Williams card. Still there. Under glass. Not purchased. And at the kind of price, I considered reasonable enough for me to buy and leave the card show with nothing else but the happiness that IS a 1957 Topps Ted Williams card.

            So, what did I do?

            I hemmed and hawed.

            I worried about the cost.

            I left and went to look at cards at the other vintage vendor.

            That’s where I got the 72 and 73 Reggie cards.

            But…

            I couldn’t get The Kid out of my mind.

            So, I went back to the other vendor.

            Maybe ten minutes had passed.

            And the Ted Williams card was gone.

            But not quite gone yet.

            Another collector was looking at it. I kept hoping that he would say no and that the card would go back into the showcase as it had previously. But that’s not what happened. Not only did I NOT get the Ted Williams card but I got to watch as the other lucky collector paid for it, extol its virtues to the dealer, thanking him for selling a 1957 Topps Ted Williams card at such a reasonable price, and then walk off into the sunset as happy as a pig in shit.

            Yep.

            I bought the 1967 Willie Mays as my consolation prize.

            That said, in NO universe is a 1967 Willie Mays card a consolation prize…except when there is a 1957 Topps Ted Williams to be had.

            Not to get political and stuff, but I know that in the grand scheme of things not getting a 1957 Topps Ted Williams isn’t a big deal right now.

            But as a collector, I’ll be kicking myself for this one.

            For.

            A.

            Long.

            Time.

            And I can almost guarantee that if there is a 1957 Topps Ted Williams at ANY of the card show I plan on attending it will NOT be available to me at the price it was for the condition it was in.

            Let that be a lesson to me.

            Let that be a lesson for us all.

 

Thanks for reading! Happy collecting!

George Hendrick

 

I think it was during the pandemic (2021?) that I came across uncompleted 1984 and 1985 Topps sets at the card store/comic store/action figure store near my jobs that acts as the closest thing that I have to an LCS. The sets were $10 each. Both came in a binder. And what I mean by uncompleted sets is that the person who sold them to said “LCS” had taken all of the star cards out (and Mets card), and essentially sold the rest for what they could get.

            I’m guessing less than $10 each.

            When I initially bought the sets, I didn’t realize they both contained that year’s traded set along with the standard 792-card set that Topps put out in both 1984 and 1985. And, yes, they were plundered of all the star cards and Mets cards as well. It was no matter to me. I wanted the regular 1984 and 1985 Topps sets and had every intention of buying the cards I’d need to complete the sets. But Traded Sets? As a kid, I didn’t even know about Traded sets until the 1985 set came out with Vince Coleman’s rookie card or extra rookie card or whatever rookie card in it. I certainly never considered Traded sets to be an addition to the standard sets. I considered them anomalies, if I’m being honest; a 132-card agent of chaos that muddied the waters of the rookie card.

But having once owned the 1985 Topps Traded Set as I kid, I had to flip through the binder pages until I came across HIS card.

There’s George Hendrick.

Smiling.

His ballcap backwards.

Seemingly happy.

In a Pittsburgh Pirates uniform.

George Hendrick didn’t have that great of a tenure with the Pittsburgh Pirates. To be honest, the team went 54-107 that year, so no one really had a good time playing baseball in Pittsburgh in 1985. In just 69 games Hendrick batted .230 with 2 home runs and 25 RBI. He was gone from the team by August 2^nd, traded to the California Angels, a team that won the AL West the very next season. A season in which George Hendrick batted .272 in 104 games with seven times the home runs he hit in Pittsburgh.

I didn’t like George Hendrick.in 1985.

Like other Pirates fans I took out our frustrations with the Pittsburgh Pirates organization out on him.

And maybe these guys too.

Thought I exclude Big Daddy from that bunch...maybe Orsulak too.

11-year-old me gleefully called George Hendrick “Joggin’” George, one of the nicknames that had hounded the 4-time all-star his entire career.

I was glad to see him go.

But…

There’s always been something about George Hendrick’s 1985 Topps Traded card for me. I can’t tell if it’s the happiness made manifest in the image. George smiling. Maybe joking with another teammate off camera. The idea that not all was bad between George Hendrick and the city of Pittsburgh in 1985, gives me a warm feeling. I wondered when the picture that been taken. Hendrick is wearing a batting jacket, so one can’t tell if this is a spring training game, an away game, or a home game. A lot of collectors can tell stadiums right away. I can’t. And the blurriness of the background image doesn’t help in determining where the picture was taken. I’m curious because I want to know if the picture of Geroge Hendrick was taken before the season started, with there still being hope.

Or maybe just lighter moment taken during a colossally bad Pittsburgh baseball year.

Regardless, the 1985 Topps Traded George Hendrick card is a favorite of mine. It’s only one of two officially released cards of Hendrick with the Pirates.

I like the George Hendrick looks like he’s having the time of his life playing on one of the worst baseball teams I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I like that unbeknownst to Mr. Hendrick that he’s going to be getting the hell out of Pittsburgh before that hellish summer ends. That he’d be shipped out to Anaheim. Maybe not too far from where he played ball at Freemont H.S. in Los Angeles. That the next season he’d be playing for something real, before his career finally wound down in 1988, after 18 years in the Big Leagues.

            Here’s to you, Joggin’ George!

 

Thanks for reading! Happy Collecting!