Summer’s gone.
And
there’s finally a bit of crispness in the air.
I’m
of too minds about the autumn. I love the weather but I hate the dark. That
didn’t used to always be the case for me. I used to thrive in the autumn with
both the weather and the lack of sunshine. I used to say I had reverse SAAD.
But when you’re younger you used to say a lot of things. I’m not so much a fan
of the dark now. Hate waking into the dark. Hate coming home from work in the
dark. Maybe this happens with age: people you love die; people you love get
sick; maybe life didn’t work out the way you wanted it to; there’s no illusions
anymore.
You
spend more and more time looking for the light.
In
my case, it’s an afternoon reading a good book on the couch.
A
documentary that I’m into.
Listening
to a favorite album.
Going
to a card show.
And
I mean, a GOOD card show.
That’s
what I did last Saturday. After a dearth of card shows in my neighborhood this
summer, it seems the card folks around here are waking up.
I
don’t know if this is truly Brooklyn’s #1 Card show…but I like it. And going
to this particular show has, sadly, been a rarity for me. Been at least over a
year since my last time at this one. I don’t know if it was fate or the cosmos
cruel joke, but seemingly every single time Brooklyn’s Best Card show had a
show, I was working. The FOMO on those days, my goodness.
There were a lot
of vendors (at least 80) at Brooklyn’s #1 card show. Most of them were dealing
in sports cards and not Pokémon, and a good many had vintage. A good many of
the vintage dealers deal in cards that are not graded, something that I
appreciate. Cards not being graded allows me to buy something like this without
feeling my usual sense of guilt.
It’s a little
loved but a 1969 Henry Aaron is a 1969 Henry Aaron.
I happened to buy
that card off a guy who has his own YouTube show. In his videos he’s usually
just walking around card show filming the vintage cases, and making guys like
me jealous. Took me a minute to recognize him too. Feel bad because all I could
do/say when we made eye contact was to point and say, “You Tube,” like I was
some kind of monosyllabic idiot, before walking away in shame and spending the
rest of the show convincing myself to go back and get that Aaron. I mean what middle-aged
man just points at someone and says, “You Tube” like that anyway?
One of the dealers
that I remember really enjoying was a man who deals in vintage. He brings
everything from graded to non-graded stars, a priced-as-marked bin, a dollar
bin, and, excitedly for me, a big huge box of common cards that he sorts by
year. I believe he had from 1964 to 1982. I was glad to see him at that show.
What I wasn’t glad about was that there was a single set collector at his
table, checklist sprawled all over, single 1974 Topps cards scattered on top
too, leaving no room for any of the rest of us to go through the boxes.
But I waited him
out.
And got myself
these.
I never pass up an
Al Oliver/Grave Digger rookie card…especially for $2.
Things of note:
Of course, there
were the young Braxtons walking around with the metal, square box card boxes,
playing let’s make a deal. There were an increasing number of vendors who did
not have prices marked on their cards, but would look them up online when you
asked. I guess this makes some sense now, considering I’ve seen tons of buyers
do that when the suggested price is listed. I’m still not a fan of it. I
appreciate a vendor who had his/her prices listed. I like to know where I stand
when I’m spending money. One vendor table was all Topps online cards: Living
sets and Topps Now. The one table that I really liked, it had a bunch of older
sports and non-sports packs. The kid in me wanted to drops $4 on the absurdity
that is Rambo: First Blood Part 2 wax.
Maybe
next time.
And
apparently no one at the show knew how Konnor Griffin was….gotta love New York
fans.
The
rest of my card purchases weren’t terribly exciting but fit a nice niche for
me.
All
in all, a good way to stave off the darkness for a few hours.
Thanks
for reading! Happy collecting!







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