I wonder how much my 1989-1990 set of NBA Hoops basketball cards is worth these days. It’s bound to be a fortune. I worked so hard to collect all 336, including the #13, the All-Star Coaches, which had an error on it, making it harder to find. There were good rookies that year—David Robinson, Dana Barros, and Shawn Kemp. I’ve got them all. I got the one of the no-name guy with Michael Jordan wearing a #12 jersey in the foreground—a real find. I’ve got all the checklists and made sure not to actually check anything on them. I’ve even got elusive card #336 itself—Danny Ferry, pictured in a sweatshirt and jeans because he didn’t play that year due to injury.
They’re tucked neatly away ProWings shoebox in my closet, just waiting. Waiting as year after year, moment after moment, their value increases like money in a trust fund. Ever so slowly, the glossy cardboard is gradually, microscopically, turning to gold.
Last time I checked, a year or so ago, the set was worth approximately $5.00. When I collected them 16 years ago, it was worth approximately $5.00. Taking inflation into account, I’ve lost money on the deal. So far.
I’ll keep waiting.
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