Back in 2003, the coming of the great Lebron pulled a lot of people, myself included, out of collecting exile. I remember going to the card shop and paying one twenty after another to bust packs of Topps Chrome. I loved the look, the feel, the chase...
By the time I'd spent the last part of my paycheck I'd managed to pull a numbered variation of the Lebron RC. I had no idea that the numbering was a huge deal at this point. I mean I was like two weeks out of collecting retirement. In the end, I had the Lebron, the Carmello, Dwayne Wade and some bum named Darko. Still a bum that Darko.
It was a strange time in my life. I ended up selling that card, and several others to the card shop owner not three months after I'd pulled them. He bought them at rock bottom prices. But I sold them to buy a train ticket to be with a woman I'd been missing. The next year I ended up marrying that woman.
But sometimes I look at what Lebron RC's are selling for - especially slabbed (though I can't stand the practice) - and can't help but wonder what would have been if I'd chose the Lebron over the lady. I think I still made out pretty good.
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