Admittedly, I have a lot of things going on.

But no matter how far I get with one thing, like freelance writing or other interests, nothing replaces the joy felt in the presence of baseball cards.

Actually, in the presence of anything that might possibly contain baseball cards. Binders, photo albums, shoe boxes, and other household items trigger something inside me that is hard to explain.

“I wonder if there are baseball cards in there?”

It’s a thought that has crossed my mind more times than I’d like to admit.

It all stems from early trips to the flea market, and just as many to garage sales. My dad was an art and antique guy—something I always had trouble wrapping my mind around every time I thought about it, but then was quick to form an understanding given my passion for baseball cards, and how greatly it’s misunderstood, or not understood at all by those around me.

Anyway, this site is here to keep the feeling alive. Actually, it will never die, but the site is here to help it come around more often. And yes, for me, but also for the many of you who I know are still out there. I should also stop to mention that I’m not against the “newer” cards. While much of my love is wrapped in nostalgia, the new stuff is for a new generation; a new generation that includes my son, with me here hoping he gets to experience a fraction of what I have in this crazy hobby.