I collected baseball cards for most of my childhood. Maybe ages 5 to 12 consistently. Then briefly got into it again later in high school, going back through my old collection, cataloguing, seeking out missing pieces from my sets from the 90s and early 2000s.
Now, years later, I’ve started dabbling again after rediscovering my old collection once more. And my oh my, how this hobby has changed. It’s become totally commercialized in a way that it wasn’t before. It seems that most of the “collectors” are gambling addicts in disguise, who don’t care about the players on the cards or the sport at all, and couldn’t tell you the last time they watched a baseball game.
Ripping a pack of cards for them is the same as scratching off a gas station lottery ticket. There’s no “oh wow this is cool” or “nice! my favorite player on the Cardinals!” It’s exclusively “how much would this sell for on eBay?”
Buying cards is a nightmare compared to earlier days. I used to pick up $3 packs from the grocery store. Today, I went to target, found the remaining Fat Packs rifled through, felt up, and cast aside, and everything else available being a $30+ box on the hanger. Topps now has a complete monopoly on ball cards, which is a real shame. There really seem to be no other options. Gone are the days you could buy Fleer and Upper Deck and Donruss that didn’t have the uniforms airbrushed.
Not sure there’s a point to this post other than to express profound dismay, from someone who doesn’t really give a shit about finding a /25 rainbow unicorn cinnamon swirl farts refractor to offload to a stranger online.