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About 8 years ago I was going thru some packs I'd bought at the National to send off for grading.
As I grabbed the '62 pack it slipped out of my hands, and in making a quick grab I ripped the back flap. Figuring it was toast, I went ahead and opened the pack (bunch of commons, not great centering). Curiosity got the best of me and I popped the gum in my mouth. It disintegrated instantly, and left the 2nd worst taste I've ever had in my mouth (you don't want to try homemade millet beer in West Africa either, trust me). I brushed my teeth, gargled, and then started drinking single malt to kill the gum taste. No avail. More single malt, and then some more. At this point I didn't care about the foul taste that much, and the '63 Fleer pack started looking like it needed to be opened as well. I hesitated for a moment, looked at the pack, the now half full bottle of Macallan, and decided to head to bed. Gum taste stayed with me for 2 days. |
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Thanks for the good laugh Anthony.........very funny. Last edited by tjb1952tjb; 08-08-2012 at 10:13 PM. |
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I don't know if it counts, I have an unopened can of hockey cards with Gretzky on the outside of the can 1997-1998 Pinnacle.... I often wonder what's on the inside. I bought it because at the time, I hadn't seen "cards in a can" before. Did they do this with baseball cards as well?
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Thanks Andy
I'll probably never open this can. It keeps me wondering Sincerely, Clayton |
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My grandfather grew up in the depression and always kept a tight handle on finances. He was also a man of strong ethics.
At about age 10, in the late 80s, he took me to a card shop out in the country. He said I could buy any pack I wanted. Well my grandfather didn't see the old 1980 Topps packs behind the counter which contained the then-ultra-in-demand Rickey Henderson rookie. Not being shy I said "I'll take one of those please" I'm cracking up just thinking about it. The owner said, "that'll be $8". A range of confusion, anger, and a desire to mask both, filled my grandfather's face. He inquired why the pack was so much. "Aren't packs 25 cents?" After the owner explained about the Rickey Henderson, my grandfather understood quickly, I was using his money to gamble! Despite this expenditure conflicting with everything he believed in, he had already promised his grandson any pack he wanted. He bought me the pack. I got the Henderson. I still have it. Last edited by BigJJ; 08-10-2012 at 05:40 AM. |
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