Card losses, sad but true...

[Johnny T]

I have a tendency to purchase cards now and again, that I already have!

In fact, I won Lot A in Leon's auction yesterday with the main card draw for me being the Frank King Southern Leaguer with an Old Mill back.

I was thrilled to win it only to find there was one in my box of slabbed T206's that I forgot to cross off on my list!!!!

Anyone want either a graded SGC 1 King SL or the one Leon had at the last auction???

This getting older shit really sucks!!!

JT

[NiceDocter]

Back in the early 1980s I bought some Hires Root Beer cards ex-mt w tabs of 4 different guys since I had their original signed contracts ….. as I recall Runnels, Antonelli, Jensen, and Kluszewski. I even remember the paper sack they were in. Within a month I couldn’t find them and I guess I tossed them out in the sack. Still have the contracts…. and a 0.001% hope that bag will still turn up some day in a box !!! Keeping hope alive!!!

[packs]

When I was a little guy I bought a mint Carlton Fisk 72 Topps rookie at a show. It was so nice and I remember buying it only because it was exceptionally nice. I didn’t even care about Carlton Fisk. This was before grading really took off. Anyway, I got home and wanted to admire my new card but when I tried taking it out of the top loader I went too fast and ended up bending it in half.

Womp Womp. The one and ONLY time I ever creased a card myself. Bought plenty of them creased but the only one I can vividly remember creasing myself.

[seanofjapan]

When I was a kid in the late 80s I hada lot of little shelves in my bedroom where I displayed my best cards. Nothing particularly valuable today (mostly rookie cards from the 80s) but they were worth a lot to me.

My sister and I would horseplay a lot, chasing each other around, banging against the walls, etc. Typical kid stuff.

One day I noticed that a whole bunch of cards from one shelf had disappeared. They were just gone, completely vanished. It made no sense to me as nobody outside the family had been in the room, so they couldn’t have been stolen, and nobody in the family had touched them.

It took me a while to put together what had happened, but I noticed that the missing cards were on a shelf that was right next to my garbage can. I vaguely recalled that a couple of days earlier while horsing around with my sister I had bumped into that shelf while running past it. I also realized that it had been garbage day the previous day and my mom had emptied the contents of the garbage can without looking at what was in it.

In all likelihood my cards ended up at the dump!