I have very vivid dreams. Usually they resemble an action movie...lots of chases, shoot-outs, and crime. To my knowledge I have never before dreamt of Topps Triple Threads, but last night's dream was a first. Imagine with me...
I walk into a card-shop in a very shady part of town. Guy behind the desk has a GREAT selection of boxes at awesome prices. I ask him why are the prices so low? He says he has a hard time making sales since everyone who gets anything good in his store gets immediately robbed outside. He hasn't sold any boxes all week.
I scan the shelves and see this:
2013 TOPPS TRIPLE THREADS - 5 GUARANTEED HITS - $40/BOX
I can't pass that up. I pay my money and he slides me the box. A crowd gathers as I open it up. The base and the first four hits are a blur -- I can't make them out...then I get to the last hit. A hush falls over my fellow collectors as I flip over a CARLTON FISK AUTO DNA RELIC (WITH HAIR SWATCH) NUMBERED #11/14. (yes, I really dreamt that serial numbering)
I don't think much of it, but everyone around me starts whooping and hollering! "You got a Fisk DNA Relic! That's a $450 card right there, man!" "Look at that low Serial-Numbering -- only out of 14!" They are all so happy and decide that I am going to make it out of that shop with my cards -- thugs outside be damned.
A plan is hatched. They will sacrifice themselves to get me to my car. Eight or nine dudes (yes, all dudes) gather around me in a tight circle. We charge out the door en masse...and the robbers descend upon us. With my box tightly clutched under my arm I barrel forward as my collector brothers fall on all sides of me. As we approach the car, I pull out my keys....click unlock...and dive into the front seat. My last compatriot falls as I start the engine. I throw the Buick in reverse and make it to the street and relative safety.
As I drive away, I think of those brave souls from the card shop. My only companion is Carlton's shiny lock of hair staring up at me from the passenger seat.