Since we moved back to Pittsburgh a year and a half ago, it's been painfully clear the cardboard landscape has changed dramatically. In my "where have all the buffalo gone" moment, what seemed like a thriving market for cardboard when I moved to Morgantown, WV in 2010 looks like a ghost town when I have moved back. Many of the dealers who were regulars on the mall show circuit are gone, vanishing without a trace. And the regulars that are left seem to have split into camps, where they will only do shows on one end of the city or the other.
Not that it really matters. Since moving back, I counted seven shows in the past year and a half. One of those was the annual Robert Morris bonanza, two were utter busts with maybe one or two tables actually selling cards instead of toys or aluminum siding (I wish I was kidding). And another I missed during the weekend we were in Boston.
But not all hope is lost. I posted my autograph pickups from the October mall show in a timely fashion. But these were the real gems, which ended up buried on my desk for a month. After all, life is all about the dime boxes.
But the show was just as interesting for how it contrasted with the mall show that took place on the other end of the city just a few weeks later. I'll get to those pickups in a separate post. But let's just say the pile I brought home was much smaller.
After all, it's pretty tough to beat these pickups. Except for the Bonds Flair Hot Gloves and Randy Johnson refractor below, which cost $1 each, everything else in this post was a dime. Yep. Ten cents for some awesome vintage. Ten cents for an AI rookie.
Soak it all in folks - a real, solid card show. Cause what I saw at another mall a few weeks later was enough to make me want to call into a ball and cry.