As much as I proudly wear my "kid in an adult body" badge everywhere I go, I cannot avoid that I am an adult -- one of advancing age. I follow a kid's game, I pursue a kid's hobby. I've been known to watch cartoons, play video games and insist on dessert. But it's a losing battle. I'm not a kid. One of the best hobby examples I have is my compulsion to upgrade the sets I collected as a kid. One of the first things I did when I re-entered the hobby in 2004 was pursue the first set I ever collected, the 1975 Topps set. I went about completing it. And because I was an adult, I upgraded the condition of the cards, too. The kid part of me, who didn't think about card condition at all -- average wear and tear anyway, I never wrote on my cards -- was gone. I guess the ensuing years of shopping for clothes, cars, appliances, a fricking house, taught me that condition mattered. There was no going back. So, my '75 set was completed and upgraded. I ...
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