I've been doing some deep thought about the hobby for the last couple of years. I'm 55 and have amassed quite an abundance of stuff. I love going through it, I still enjoy the hunt, but more and more I look at my man cave and ask "who cares about any of this?" I've started to ebay off some things, just to try to whittle it down. If I were to die suddenly, my wife is just going to call a certain auction house and tell them to come get it all.
I've posted this before, but my prize possessions were also eye-opening moments for me. HOFers, I got them. When I got my Babe Ruth check, I didn't know where to go next. Sure, I'd love a Kiki Cuyler auto, but for what? Who am I going to show it to? I climbed Everest, why spend the money to climb lesser mountains?
Same with my WWII collection. I got Neighbors, O'Niell, and Gedeon. Now I'm going to hunt down a Ray Goolsby just for some completionist obsession?
Sorry if this turned into some sort of rant.
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