Today I'm going to talk about how I came up with my blog title. Some have speculated it was adopted from a Topps insert set "Cards My Mom Threw Out." I had actually never even heard of that set.
No, it came from a real life, traumatic experience when I was a young boy.
I received my first baseball cards from my uncle when his family moved to a different neighborhood. It was probably in the range of about 800 cards, all in binders. My obsession with organizing things kicked in and I would sit at home, pull out all of the cards and organize them. First by team. Then by brand. Then I would pull them out all over again and resort them however it pleased me that week. It consumed me for hours at a time.
All of this occurred at the expense of the cleanliness of whichever room I chose to reorganize my collection.
One day I left for school with my cards spread out across the floor (I don't remember which room, probably my bedroom which I shared with 2 of my brothers) all in their respective piles. After school I came home and my piles had been thinned out. I ran to my mother in agony and she sternly told me that I had too many baseball cards and they needed to go. I was so upset. I remember going outside and looking into the trash can with cards spread across bags of trash. I dared not touch them with the fear of being grounded for "the rest of my life."
Now, there were two specific cards that stuck out to me that day that got thrown out. I remember looking them up in my Beckett and seeing they held a lot of value (relatively speaking, for a 10 year old who had mostly 1990 and 1991 Score cards)
|1985 Topps Mark McGwire #401|
|1990 Topps Nolan Ryan #2|
Looking back, I knew my mother was doing what was best for me. I learned a valuable lesson not to attach myself to material things to the point of making them an idol in my life. I still have not re-added these cards to my collection, and maybe I never will.
Let me know about if you had any similar experiences with card loss!
Thanks for reading!