This may be a bit off-topic but I'd like to share a story about one of my first experiences with Basketball card collecting.
Back in the card boom in the mid-1990's I worked at St Marys and frequented a sports shop (long gone) at the Southern end of the main street.
The big mover of the time was 93-94 Finest, nothing like that had come out until then and the refractors were pretty big business.
Anyway, I waltzed into that shop late one afternoon with 30 bucks burning a hole in my pocket just as the bloke behind the counter opens a box of 93-94 Finest Jumbos. (From memory the price was $15 per Jumbo).
So, I bought two jumbos thinking nothing of it I get in the car and drive home (1 hour drive) sit down, have dinner and then crack open the two packs.
Nearly shit myself. Four refractors in each pack. Best one was a Zo refractor, the others being nuffies. Still, even nuffies were selling for $5-$10 each back then.
Next day I pop back into the store cashed up, hoping that no one else had bought any........
The jig was up and the owner had cracked the rest of the box and was busy sorting through a heap of refractors. Bastard.
Any other stories?
Back in the card boom in the mid-1990's I worked at St Marys and frequented a sports shop (long gone) at the Southern end of the main street.
The big mover of the time was 93-94 Finest, nothing like that had come out until then and the refractors were pretty big business.
Anyway, I waltzed into that shop late one afternoon with 30 bucks burning a hole in my pocket just as the bloke behind the counter opens a box of 93-94 Finest Jumbos. (From memory the price was $15 per Jumbo).
So, I bought two jumbos thinking nothing of it I get in the car and drive home (1 hour drive) sit down, have dinner and then crack open the two packs.
Nearly shit myself. Four refractors in each pack. Best one was a Zo refractor, the others being nuffies. Still, even nuffies were selling for $5-$10 each back then.
Next day I pop back into the store cashed up, hoping that no one else had bought any........
The jig was up and the owner had cracked the rest of the box and was busy sorting through a heap of refractors. Bastard.
Any other stories?