“I’ll trade you my Ken Griffey, Jr. for your Chipper Jones rookie card.”
Those were the days when Grandpa Clemens would call our landline phone and say that the new baseball cards had arrived. Tyler and I would drop everything, grab our bikes, and take off peddling at top speed, orange safety flags whipping in the wind behind us, as we b-lined across town. We’d arrive, out of breath and panting, grab a Coca-Cola and a freshly baked cookie from Grandma, and sit Indian style on the living room floor waiting for Grandpa’s delivery.
He would bring out two large shipping boxes and we’d rip them open like it was Christmas morning. Inside would be boxes and boxes of brand new, unopened packs of Bowman, Pinnacle, Topps, or Upper Deck baseball cards. These were the kind of boxes that you’d see in grocery stores where little boys begged and pleaded with their mothers to buy just one pack. We didn’t have to beg. We had not only one or two packs each, but entire boxes of packs to open.
Tyler and I would spread them out on the floor around us and tear into them, box after box. Oh the smell of freshly printed ink on heavy cardstock and the sound of the foil wrappers tearing off the unknown treasures inside! We’d scan the cards, mostly looking for special inserts like numbered cards, autographs, or jerseys, and whoop and holler when we found one. We’d both look over the insert, guess how much it might be worth, and move on to the next pack, hoping for another pot of gold. Grandpa would sit in his easy chair and watch with pleasure, knowing that when the excitement was over, Tyler and I would take off with the highly coveted insert cards and leave the regular cards with Grandpa so he could painstakingly organize them by number and build complete sets for both of us.
When the fun was over we’d pull out that month’s new Beckett magazine that Grandpa subscribed to and see how much money we’d “made”. Of course, we never knew how much Grandpa spent on the cards, we just cared how much they were worth. Grandma would always chime in, “They’re only worth something if you have a buyer.” We assured her, “Oh Grandma, these will be worth a fortune someday! We’ll be able to buy a house when we sell ’em!”
As always…she was right.
Twenty years later we have accumulated containers and containers (and I’m talking the large, 20 gallon plastic tote tubs) of baseball cards. Enough to fill two closets and part of the garage in Grandpa’s condo in Arizona. Then Grandpa said it, “Maybe you should sell all of those baseball cards.” Sure thing Grandpa, should be no problem!
No problem was an understatement. I have spent the last 10 years telling people that me, Tyler, and Grandpa each have 10,000 cards, thinking that was a rather large collection. I way underestimated that number.
This spring we brought 6 tote bins back to Santa Barbara and I started the arduous process of selling them. First a set at a time, then two at a time, then as many dang sets as I could fit into a flat rate shipping box from the post office. Everything was uploaded to eBay and priced very competitively. It quickly became apparent that no, we would not be buying a house with the proceeds from baseball card sales (and that comes from a guy currently living in a van that cost less than $10,000).
How To Sell Your Baseball Card Collection:
- Take photos of the cards
- Look up similar sets on eBay
- Figure out how much it will cost to ship them
- List them on eBay for less than the other sellers, but more than the cost of shipping, plus another dollar or so for what eBay will charge once its sold
- Pray that someone bids on them
- Seriously. Pray.
A brief moment of disclosure. While it sounds like I’m saying baseball cards are worthless, there are actually cards out there that are pretty valuable. It just happens that I don’t own any of them. I did get lucky once. I listed two sets of early 1980’s Topps cards for $20 and a few people bid them up to $75! But, that only happened once. The rest of my cards sold for barely more than the postage expense, and a few times I miscalculated the freight and the cards actually sold for less than what it cost to ship them. In those cases, I was literally paying someone to take the cards from me.
My theory on baseball cards follows:
From the 1940’s – 1970’s little boys collected baseball cards for fun. Everyone was doing it. There wasn’t much value to the cards unless you cared, or wanted a stick of gum. Then, when the wave of parents started cleaning out attics and throwing away their kids’ baseball card collections, the law of supply and demand kicked in. Suddenly, there were fewer cards in circulation, and more of them in the dump. That made them valuable, incredibly valuable.
The next obvious step is those kids grew up and had little boys of their own. The dads never forgave their parents for throwing out their fortune in baseball cards and they decided their kids would reap the benefits of their lost investment. So, they bought baseball cards for their sons, lots of them, and told them to keep them forever so they could sell them someday and buy their dream house. So, we did. All of us.
Again, the law of supply and demand kicked in. The market is now flooded with baseball cards from the 1980’s on, sometimes called the “Junk Wax Era”. No one really wants to buy them because they already have them. Maybe not the greatest investment.
So, when I say I sold my baseball card collection, what I really mean is that I pretty much gave it away. It “cost” me 12 hours one weekend to list more than 30,000 baseball cards, just a sixth of what we still own, and I only “made” a few hundred dollars in proceeds. This, of course, still doesn’t count the raw cost that Grandpa paid to buy them in the first place.
But, in reality, it was never about the investment. It was about the experience.
The real value can be measured in the countless hours that we spent with our Grandpa on Saturday afternoons pouring over thousands of baseball cards. The excitement we felt when we got the phone call from him. The joy that he shared with us each time we opened a new pack of cards. The way that Grandma dreaded that new shipment of baseball cards, but looked forward to having us over to open them. That time, that friendship, that happiness…that is something that can’t be bought or sold on eBay. It’s not about how much profit we make from the “sale” of our baseball card collection because we have already reaped the profit by building the collection with Grandpa.
On that note…if anyone is in the market to buy baseball cards, let me know…we still have well over 150,000 cards that we’d like to “sell”!