• The Kids Are Right… and Mostly Alright

    The Kids Are Right… and Mostly Alright

    Coming back to the hobby forced me to confront an uncomfortable truth: reverence has a cost. Space, money, and mental energy are finite, and clinging to everything turns collecting into clutter. Letting go of the bulk isn’t disrespect—it’s how I finally made room for the cards that matter.

  • Which Game Are You Watching?

    Which Game Are You Watching?

    What are you actually watching when you watch baseball? Some fans see human stories forged through continuity—Whitaker and Trammell, Ripken and Baltimore. Others see contract negotiations and surplus value. The difference between these views isn’t just philosophical—it’s existential for the sport itself.

  • When the Punchline Gets It Wrong: Todd Zeile and the Crime of Being “Exactly Good”

    When the Punchline Gets It Wrong: Todd Zeile and the Crime of Being “Exactly Good”

    For years, Todd Zeile was treated as a punchline—a symbol of junk wax hype that never paid off. But strip away the rookie-card mythology and a different picture emerges: a long, productive career undone not by failure, but by expectations that were never his to carry.

  • Confessions of an Imperfect Collector: When Excitement Overrides Principles

    Confessions of an Imperfect Collector: When Excitement Overrides Principles

    I had a point to make about scarcity and value. But in the adrenaline of the scroll, I didn’t write a nuanced essay. I posted four words: “Chase this. Not that.” Then it hit me: I just did exactly what I tell other collectors never to do.

  • They Had To Play Somebody: The Tony Phillips Standard

    They Had To Play Somebody: The Tony Phillips Standard

    Baseball greatness doesn’t exist in isolation. For every Hall of Famer, there are dozens of players who made that greatness possible. This piece explores the hidden architecture of the game—and why Tony Phillips represents the standard by which real, durable value should be measured.

  • Think, Plan, Do vs. The OODA Loop: A Collector’s Journey

    Think, Plan, Do vs. The OODA Loop: A Collector’s Journey

    Collecting isn’t a factory line—it’s a dogfight. While sellers thrive on Think, Plan, Do, collectors survive by reacting to a market that never waits. This piece explores why the OODA Loop—Observe, Orient, Decide, Act—is often the difference between missing a grail and landing it.

  • Look at the Damn Card

    Look at the Damn Card

    Grading companies assess condition, but they’re not infallible. Cards degrade in slabs over time. Lower grades can look better than higher ones. The number on the label doesn’t always match what your eyes see. This article argues that collectors need to examine cards themselves, not just trust the plastic. Grades…

  • Two out of Five Ain’t bad — Talking About the PED Era Without Emotion

    Two out of Five Ain’t bad — Talking About the PED Era Without Emotion

    Before PEDs entered the conversation, did Barry Bonds, Roger Clemens, Sammy Sosa, and Mark McGwire already measure up to Hall of Fame standards? Using peak performance comparisons against established Hall of Famers at their positions, only two of the era’s defining names stand comfortably on their own credentials.

  • When Junk Wax Rookie Cards Become the Value Play

    When Junk Wax Rookie Cards Become the Value Play

    The junk-wax era, often dismissed as worthless, actually offers valuable player cards that tell significant stories. Key criteria for value include capturing pivotal moments, cultural relevance, and realistic pricing. Examples like Darryl Strawberry and Greg Maddux illustrate how certain rookie cards outperform expectations when these conditions align, while others like…

  • Stop Letting the Market Sort Your Collection

    Stop Letting the Market Sort Your Collection

    The market measures scarcity and demand. I measure meaning. Some base cards get top-loaded because they resonate, not because they’re expensive. That isn’t collecting wrong—it’s collecting honestly. My collection exists for me, not the market, and I’m done pretending otherwise.