I can’t remember certain things about my personal life. I
forget birthday. I have no clue what I had for dinner yesterday. But I can
remember where I was when I pulled a card 25 years ago.
Take this Michael Jordan, for instance. I pulled this
1993-94 Fleer Michael Jordan Sharpshooters from a Series 2 Fleer pack in the spring
of 1994. My mom had dropped me off earlier in the day (it was a Saturday) at
the local card shot while she ran some errands. I bought a few packs, and
opened them in the card on the way home. I remember the exact location of where
I was on Schubert Street, down to the intersection, where this card fell out of
the pack.
I remember then examining the pack to see the odds of pulling
one of these inserts.
That was 23 years ago.
A second MJ card comes with a story. Although I’m still not
as clear on this one, I do remember bits and pieces.
I was traveling to Ohio with my dad and my uncle, and we
stopped at a gas station. I went in to pee, and also saw a few packs of ’93-’94
Fleer Ultra basketball. I remember taking out my black Velcro wallet to pay,
and that I didn’t have enough money to cover the pack. Luckily my dad was right
near me and covered me.
But what I remember most was a stranger standing nearby, and
him saying, “That’s sad. These cost so much now that youngsters can’t afford to
buy them.” That comment has really stuck with me over the years, and might be a
reason why I’ll always gravitate towards low-end packs.
I remember pulling that Jordan Sharpshooter from a pack at Sports Authority. I was opening the pack as my family and I walked into a Nobody Beats the Wiz next to it.
ReplyDeleteThe older I get... the less I remember. But I totally agree with you. There are specific cards that are attached to specific memories. Sadly... these memories slowly slip my grasp. Luckily I have my blog. It's one of the reasons I started it years ago.
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