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ITEMS THAT WERE DEFINITELY HERE THREE YEARS AGO
RB: Worst. Fraternity. Composite. Ever.
BS: $2,450?? I’m against man-made memorabilia in all forms.
BS: I’m against man-made memorabilia in all forms … unless it’s an autographed Cheers collage in which Woody and Danson both look like they’re about to roofie your drink. Then I’m totally into it. Five hundred bucks? Would you take four? What about $425?
RB: Thought about sawing this in half, throwing $300 on the ground, and running away with the top half.
BS: In 2011, they were selling this in a “Super Sale” for $975 and I made the joke, “I’ll be there for yoooooooou … (for only twelve hundred bucks) … I’ll be there for yoooooooooou … (I’ll lower it another two) … I’ll be there for yooooooooou … (I’ll take seven but no lower) … ” In 2014? The exact same item is going for under $900 and ‘priced at our lost.'” Tough times for the man-made Friends memorabilia market. Regardless, I’m taking this baby at the 2035 convention for $80. Mark it down.
RB: Advice to the human still trying to sell the Friends collage: Trash these six photos and come back next year with Janice, Gunther, Marcel, Ugly Naked Guy, and Ursula.
RB: I like this, but only if there are complete sets for all Kennedys. And then you can trade Kennedys for Kennedys. As in, it’s public knowledge that two sheets of RFK equal one mint-condition Eunice. That’s a world I want to live in.
BS: We already get to live in a world with a Klosterman card. You want to push your luck?
BS: Nobody owns the “Memorabilia That Should Have Never Happened” corner at the convention. The same guy selling this picture should also be hawking Shaq’s Cleveland jersey, all of Junior Griffey’s Reds stuff and MJ’s Wizards stuff, Randy Moss’s Niners helmet, framed photos from the new Martin Lawrence–Kelsey Grammer show, original drawings of the Sports Guy cartoon and all the outtakes from Rem’s failed 2015 ESPN pilot,* Live From an Indoor Ferris Wheel in Cleveland.”
RB: *Failed 2015 ABC Family pilot.
ITEMS FROM THREE YEARS AGO THAT SADLY WEREN’T IN CLEVELAND
BS: My favorite item from every collectors convention … and it’s gone! MIA! Disappeared! What happened? Where is it? Why didn’t I buy it when I had the chance? Did Mickey Mantle make any other ads in which he inadvertently deep-throated a Yoo-Hoo bottle as Yogi Berra stared him down in the creepiest way possible? Can you point me in the right direction?
RB: I’m pretty sure Mantle found this empty Yoo-Hoo bottle and was using it to spit tobacco. As it says on the bottom left of the picture, “Yoo-Hoo: The Dip Receptacle of Champions.”
MOST INTERESTING CONVENTION TRENDS
BS: The hockey collector selling these Gretzky rookies told me that someone showed up and cleaned out “half the case,” then explained, “I dunno, Gretzky’s hot right now.” Because that totally makes sense.
BS: Now this exploding market makes more sense …
BS: See, unopened Topps boxes from the 1950s, 1960s and 1970s are blowing up. Especially in football and basketball. Our friend at Baseball Card Exchange said he moved so many NBA boxes during the VIP auction that he eventually bumped the price of a 1987 Fleer basketball box from $1,500 (2013) to $2,900 (2014). Those old Topps boxes were my favorite things to collect — they look cool and they’re an incredible ongoing test of willpower (especially when it’s 3 a.m. and you’re drunk).
BS: The complete-uniform market is taking off — an important development for grown men with disposable income who don’t think it’s already strange enough that they’re wearing someone else’s jersey. You want strange? Watch this … I’m putting on the pants too!
RB: If you see anyone not named “Tommy Amaker” wearing this, Obama will pardon you should you decide to embarrass them in front of their closest friends and family.
RB: BANDWAGON BOOTH ALERT.
BS: We knew soccer couldn’t make it in America until it had its own Sports Collectors Convention booth that everyone ignored. Baby steps.
THE BELATEDLY RACIST AND/OR OFFENSIVE AWARDS
RB: One of my goals in life is to buy all the racist items at flea markets, just to get them off the streets. You should see the amount of hate in my storage unit.
BS: At the convention, you mastered the art of “being horrified by something racist while simultaneously being delighted that the same item was so absurdly over-the-top racist.”
RB: Still unclear why the artist colored O.J. in with charcoal. He looks like a dusty The Thing.
BS: “Merry Christmas — here’s the framed Hitler movie poster that I knew you wanted.”
RB: The terrible thing is, at one point, I’m sure this was a gift.
RB: Cool way to spend a dollar.
BS: Reminds me of the failed Game Show Network pilot Racist, or Just SEEMS Racist?
BS: That’s Joe House, a lifelong fan of the Washington Professional Football Team, somberly holding a remnant of the franchise’s once-racist ways. And by “once-racist,” I mean “right now.”
RB: If Dan Snyder sees this, Joe House might be the lucky recipient of a big-time LinkedIn request (fingers crossed).
BS: This wasn’t offensive, just felt offensive. Please, don’t call him Tarzan.
RB: I imagine this book is just filled with scenarios that could occur should he be called Tarzan. Terrifyingly violent, unmerciful scenarios.
BS: Now THIS was offensive. We’ve come a long way, America.
RB: MediaTakeOut has been around for a long, long time.
BS: “Excuse me — does ‘highest graded’ mean the card, or just Mussolini on the scale of evil dictators in general?”
RB: While understandably disrespectful, “Mint Mussolini” would be an incredible rap name. Also: Something Rick Ross will certainly refer to himself as in the next six months.
BS: A scrapbook of German newspapers from before, during and after the 1936 Olympics in Berlin. This was definitely a one-of-a-kind piece. Even if there’s no good way to explain collecting stuff from the 1936 Olympics short of saying, “I am a huge, huge, HUGE weirdo.”
RB: Yeah, “weirdo,” except rearrange the letters so it spells “fascist.”
BS: We enjoyed this particular page because German shooting gold medalist Cornelius van Oyen (bottom right) was dressed kinda like Joe House that day. That’s right: the collectors convention — where you make jokes about your friends dressing like Nazis without anyone’s feelings being hurt. Sign me up for next year!
BS: I learned that these books weren’t offensive after my first photo essay in 2011, when multiple Jewish friends upbraided me for NOT purchasing them. In my defense, I was waiting for Even More Jewish Sports Champions.