Thursday, March 4, 2010

I just can't.

I can't throw away a baseball card. I just can't.

No matter what condition they are in, I just can't toss it. They could be soggier than day old corn flakes and have more wrinkles than a 110 year old son worshiping meth user, but I can not and will not throw the card away.

I feel guilty. I think of how proud the player must be to have a card made of them. Something forever proclaiming they are a major league ball player. I think of how hard they worked to have a card made of them and I just can't throw them out with the left over pizza crusts and the coffee grounds. Yes, it makes me feel bad to see a guy on a piece of card board in the thrash.

My mother never really shared that sentiment as did many mothers. "The cards my mom threw out" for example. I have rescued many a cards from the trash, many a soggy and stinky cards.

As I grow, likely my collection will grow, where I will store those cards I don't know, but they will not end up in a land fill.

Ironicly enough a hoarders commerical/preview example out while typing this. I can throw other things away, just not cards.

1 comment:

  1. Join the club. It just seems sacreligious to throw them away. I have boxes and boxes of bad wax from the late 80's and early 90's and I can't seem to get rid of them. I keep meaning to do something with them like donate them to some cause but I really don't want to burden some up and coming collector with the trash. At least you're not hording bread bags like my grandma use to do.