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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.
Wowza
ReplyDeleteThat is kind of awesome.
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