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Bad behavior

  This is the last card that I pulled out of a pack that I bought off a shelf at Target.   Will it be the last card that I pulled out of a pack that I bought off a shelf at Target ever?   Today is the final day that Target will sell baseball cards -- and football, basketball and Pokemon cards -- at its stores, according to a statement from Target itself . Random stores may still sell those cards but in general Target's policy now is to only sell them online, saying it is temporarily suspending in-store sales.   It makes sense. Target made this decision after a childish display at a store in Wisconsin in which four grown men got into a fight over sports cards and one of them ended up displaying a gun before arrests were made.   Kids and guns. I hope their moms are happy. I've gotten to the point where I don't have a lot of hope for the future when it comes to common decency in public. The fact that grown-ups don't know not to do this and that it was trading cards that go

Best set of the year: 1994

  Here you go, 2021 card collectors and companies, your cautionary year.   By 1994, card sets readily available to collectors had eclipsed 30 different kinds with various off-shoots and variations, demonstrating the company tricks that are still employed today. Collecting was no longer about the base set in '94 as "the chase" had become the thing and inserts and parallels exploded in content and popularity that year.   The hobby never seemed healthier or more vibrant. Then the baseball strike hit.   Fans left the game in droves and collectors walked away, partly due to the strike but also because the new direction of the hobby -- way too many sets to pursue -- didn't make sense to those used to the old way of collecting.   I was one of those who left in 1994. I collected some Topps, a few packs. That was it. By '96, I couldn't tell you a single thing that was happening in the hobby.   Those who remained, primarily kids who were just starting out in collecting,

Less is more?

  Twice within the last few days I have started on a post idea -- pulled cards, done some research -- before figuring out I had already written that post. This is to be expected for someone who has been blogging about cards for more than a dozen years, at least five times a week. But it's getting more and more frustrating. I'm not frustrated because it wastes time. I have the time to post because I make the time to post. It's frustrating because it's happening more often and I feel like the new ideas aren't as reachable as they have been in the past. Maybe I'm blogging too often. If I blogged less, I'd be able to create more thoughtful content and have more time to create posts like that. Perhaps if I cut down to blogging four days a week, I could do that. This is just a thought right now. I've prided myself on blogging as often as I can (because I need to write). And if there are people out there who read this with their morning coffee every day, well,

My patience is wearing thin

  I complain a lot on here about how little patience people have these days -- from MLB insisting on artificially shortening games to Twitter feeding the release beast as Topps, Panini, etc., churn out new product every day for a panting audience.   But I'm getting worse in this area, too.   In real life, I'm known for my patience. I think I've mentioned this before, but my "hey, hey, relax " outlook is one of the main personality traits that landed me a wife. I am patient to a fault when it comes to checking out the latest restaurant, movie, technology, vehicle or social media site. My patience as a boss is very out of character with the ones who preceded me. I even waited to get the covid vaccine -- not because I'm some sort of wacked conspiracy theorist, but because I wanted to make sure the people who needed it got it first and I hate standing in lines. (So I guess I'm not very patient in the line-standing category). Even in the hobby I have the traits

Mom's cookies

  For years, the phrase "mother's cookies" meant to me exactly that: the cookies my mom baked. In fact, I would have looked at you oddly if you said, "mother's cookies." Why the need to be so formal? Nobody calls her "mother." She's mom! Mother's cookies -- or Mom's cookies -- makes me think of all the cookies my mom made, those ones I'll never have again. Like most kids, I think my mom made the best cookies and nobody else's mom could come close. She didn't make anything exotic, but what she made tasted better than anything else: the best chocolate-chip cookies, the best peanut butter cookies, at Christmas time, the best cream-cheese cookies. It's rude but it's true, sometimes I'd go over to a friend's house and have one of their mom's cookies and I'd want to spit it out: "these aren't mom's cookies!"   I've lived on the East Coast all my life, so I knew nothing about the Calif