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Originally Posted by sando69
incredibly altruistic (or is it audacious?  ) to do so AFTER the sale, when there were numerous prior opportunities to fully disclose it's history.  |
Its history? Who cares - it is what it is. But I'll try, since some of you have waxed nostalgic over the history of these little pieces of cardboard.
Even as Ty was becoming a modern-day legend up north in Detroit, a young man in North Carolina pulled this shiny, perfect card from a Drum [pack?]. He thought about giving it to his son, who he was certain would be thrilled, but was fairly sure the boy was actually the postman's, so instead stuck it in his wallet and took a drag off his cigarette, well on his way to lung cancer. The card had a wonderful life fitting for any board member's imagined fantasy nostalgia story, as the young man sat on it repeatedly for about a year, before he was finally pick pocketed while on a trip to New York City, by a Giants fan who had no appreciation for Ty Cobb.
This man glued the card into a scrapbook that contained paper items from wallets he had pilfered over the previous years. The scrapbook was lying in a box full of other worthless items, in the corner of a small closet in a rented apartment, when he left for his next prison stay. The box ended up in the basement of his brother, where it sat for decades as the house was passed from the indigent brother to his son, etc.,etc., each new owner of the home being as lazy as the last, additional boxes piled on top of this one as the years went by.
The house eventually ended up in the hands of two barren sisters who finally died with no heirs. The entire contents of the home were purchased at auction, the card discovered by the new owner, who had purchased the estate to get at a huge stash of liquor stored in the basement. After drinking a bottle of Evan Williams, he dug through the piles of boxes, found the scrapbook, ripped out the card and several days later, cut the top off with a pair of scissors, thinking it would look better and get more money on ebay.
The next owner opened the package, sighed in relief that it was real, and immediately consigned it to a major auction house.
At this point, the facts become hazy. But we do know that the card was then nostalgically sanded down at the top, soaked, put in a plastic slab, and nostalgically returned to ebay.
I'm getting teary-eyed with nostalgia.