So I open the cupboard where I have several stacks of cards waiting to be organized the other day, and a sort of funny feeling swept over me.
What the hell am I going to do with all these cards? I looked through some boxes; more unsorted cards. Cards of players I don't care about, on teams I don't like (a relative term, I only don't like one team, if that makes any sense. The rest I don't care about) of players I don't have any feelings about one way or another.
I grabbed a few stacks and brought them up stairs with the intent of sorting them out. The stacks I grabbed were mostly 1980s junk wax, plus some Bowman from the late 1990s.
I began to sort through them. And realized, what the hell am I looking for? I have all the Red Sox I need from 1989 Donruss. And I have all the hall of famers from 1989 Donruss.
So I picked up the stack, and walked over to the garbage can, and threw them out.
Boy did I feel guilty as I looked at those poor, innocent cards sitting there on top of a dirty diaper, the point of no return, garbage can wise.
I should have sent them to some poor kids in Africa that didn't have any baseball cards. Or I could have made a collage to decorate my son's wall. Or I could have given them to my son. He likes baseball cards. He is two, and not very discerning about that sort of thing.
But instead, I threw them out. I am a bad person.
Ah hell, who am I kidding? No one wants 1989 Donruss. No one.
Has anyone else lost patience organizing their collection and culled the stacks this way? Or am I really a bad person?
Because I have my eye on you, stack of 2008 Topps Heritage commons.
(on another note, does anyone want my stack of 2010 Heritage? Because I really don't want those cards...)