Today I did two things really drastic. Things I thought I’d never have to do. Ever. But life decided otherwise.
I’m still trembling a little, actually.
The first thing I did was…this is real hard (that’s what she said, I know, but come on, this is serious)…I threw away some cards. I didn’t even think I had it in me, as I never throw out anything. Several boxes full of utter junk resting in my parents’ basement will attest of that. But I really didn’t know what to do with all those 80s and early 90s duplicates of Blue Jays cards I got the other day. Nobody to give them to and there’s really no point in keeping them in my duplicates shoeboxes. A stack of 100 cards that will now feed the seagulls.
The second thing was to take out some Blue Jays cards from my Blue Jays binders (it’s fastidious to write Blue Jays all the time, but I can’t bring myself to write BJs. I’m sure you’ll understand). Blue Jays players are meant to be in Blue Jays binders, no matter who they are. If they wore a Toronto jersey at some point, then they deserve to be in there. Except that I needed to make room for the more modern cards coming this way. So out with the 80s (except for a few players I like, ie Moseby, Fernandez, Bell, Gruber, Ward, Heinke), that I put in a couple of 400 count boxes. I won’t forget you, I’ll take you out of the darkness of the closet from time to time. I promise.
I’m ashamed. I feel like I’m breaking all the promises I made 20 years ago. What’s next ? Buying graded cards ? I shudder at the thought…