Thursday, December 31, 2009

What a Card

Sports Illustrated published an article recently about Ken Griffey, Jr.'s 1989 Upper Deck baseball card, the holy grail of rookie cards at the time.  The article discussed the sharp decline of the baseball card industry that started in the early 90's.  In 1986, when I first started collecting cards, there were three companies that dominated the market: Topps, Donruss, and Fleer.  Within 3 years, there were countless imitators with countless gimmicks - Sportflics, Upper Deck, Score, et al. - as well as premium line extensions from the big three that completely saturated the market.

I collected so many cards that I figured I'd be rolling in the dough by now.  Back in the day, the Beckett Baseball Card guide valued common players' cards from the 50's and 60's at $ 5.00 or better per card.  I used to buy cards constantly under the assumption that I was planning ahead financially.  I don't even know where you can buy baseball cards anymore.  There used to be no shortage of card shops and shows, and even the most bare bones gas station would have packs for sale - mostly Topps, complete with the stale, waxy stick of gum that would leave a grease mark on the last card in the pack if it sat on the shelf too long.  These days, Topps has a corner on the market, having inked a deal with Major League Baseball that gives the company exclusive rights to team trademarks and logos.  I know Topps doesn't have all of their eggs in the baseball card basket, but I would be concerned about the viability of a product with limited demand and no competition.

The promise of a young rookie used to be the primary driving force behind demand.  Ninety percent of the time, the rookie would either be a bust in the majors or at most have a couple of big years before a bigger decline.  Do any of these names ring a bell? Chris Sabo, Todd Van Poppel, Wally Joyner, Matt Nokes, Gregg Jefferies...anyone...anyone?  Yet these were the stars of tomorrow that drove kids to blow every dime they had on a pack of cards.  Snag just one of these prospects preserved on cardboard, and you'd easily get a return on the 50 cents that you paid for the pack; mostly, the rookies and star players would be valued around a dollar or two.  The exception was the Griffey Upper Deck rookie card.  At the time, it would've been worth around $ 25. 

The Griffey card is arguably the card of a generation.  Even though the average price still hovers close to the original value, a quick search on Ebay found that the card is currently being auctioned for up to $ 2500, depending on the "grade" (sports card grading is a relatively new money racket that charges you to have your cards officially graded).  I never got my Griffey.  I could have easily purchased one individually, but I couldn't abandon the thrill of the chase.  Tearing open a random pack of cards and finding "the one" would've been like finding Willie Wonka's golden ticket.  And though the Golden Griffey never showed up in my stacks, I have some very fond memories of the pursuit. 

Movie Purge: December

My attention span is short, and I will almost always fall asleep during a movie - at home or in the theater, it doesn't matter.  This isn't the fault of the films I'm watching, because I've dozed during some really good ones.  I'm just wired so that once I get settled, I can (and will!) fall asleep faster than any human being you've ever met.  When I was 14, I went on a school trip to New York, and for some reason, the adults thought it would be a good idea to take teenagers to see A Secret Garden on Broadway.  I remember nothing about the show - only being woken up by an usher because I was snoring.  So given my reputation, you should be impressed that, within the past 30 days, I've seen a few movies from start to finish.

The Proposal - A romantic comedy that I expected to be the stale, stereotypical chick flick - the kind of movie that's kept the careers of Kate Hudson and Matthew McConaughey afloat.  But, while The Proposal doesn't break new ground, it's actually not an awful movie.  Sandra Bullock plays Margaret Tate, a bitchy, high-powered book editor, and Ryan Reynolds plays her office lackey, Andrew Paxton.  When Tate (a Canadian) is threatened with deportation over a green card issue, she is forced to feign an engagement with Paxton to stay in the country.  The plot line is highly predictable, but some pretty big laughs come from the awkward discomfort and embarrassing moments when the two try to pass off the relationship as legit to Paxton's family.  This is one of those movies that will be playing in perpetuity on TBS or on your preferred airline.  Better than expected, I'll give it a C+.

American Swing -  Documentaries are the exception to my movie snoozing rule.  I'm much more easily drawn to a film that has some basis in reality.  American Swing chronicles the rise and fall of Plato's Retreat, a New York swingers club in the 70's and 80's.  The film includes extensive interviews with former employees and patrons, and documents the evolution of free love as an accepted practice.  This movie captures the hedonistic nightclub scene of the '70s that's likely never to return, and although there's something a bit disturbing about listening to senior citizens reminisce about wife swapping, this film appeals to the voyeur in all of us.  B 

Paranormal Activity - The grassroots buzz on this movie and the home video shooting style drew comparisons to The Blair Witch Project.  The comparisons should stop there.  I thought Blair Witch didn't live up to the hype, but Paranormal has stuck with me longer than any horror film since The Shining.  The premise is that Micah and Katie, a live-in couple, are being haunted by strange nighttime happenings that date back to Katie's childhood.  In an effort to determine exactly what is going bump in the night, Micah purchases a video camera and shoots 24/7 in hopes of catching the spooky activity on film.  To give any more detail here would be a spoiler, but let's just say it moves from spooky to downright scary. The first half of the film is slow, but once it gets in gear, it will definitely have you on the edge of your seat and replaying scenes in your head for hours afterward.  A solid A-.

Facing The Habit -  This movie plays like an overly long and more depressing episode of the A&E series Intervention.  The documentary follows Dave, a former millionaire who's now addicted to heroin, broke, and running out of options to get clean.  He heads south of the border to undergo treatment with Ibogaine, a plant-based African "drug."  While the focus is mostly on Dave's struggles, there are testimonials from recovering addicts who have gotten clean on Ibogaine.  The recovering addicts and a few medical "experts"argue that Ibogaine is the most effective method of treatment for addiction.  The problem is that the film, at times, comes across as an endorsement or infomercial for the treatment.  C.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Hey Man, Remember the 2000s?

Another decade is about to go down the tubes, and as usual there will be year-end lists, decade retrospectives, and VH1 specials ad nauseum.  I don't know why, but I'm a sucker for lists.  The organization and segmentation of  lists appeals to the obsessive-compulsive madman in me, and I like to wax nostalgic too, so I'm always drawn to a wealth of meaningless information that I'd have otherwise forgotten to reflect on in the first place.  That must be why I enjoyed Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start The Fire" so much.  The lists linked below are my personal favorite best- and worst-of lists (so far).

40 Things That Were Popular At The Beginning Of The Decade That Aren't Popular Anymore
The Best Documentaries Of The Decade
10 Worst Things About The Worst Decade Ever
Best Products, Services, & Technologies Of The Decade
100 Best Albums Of The Decade
The Worst Hollywood Remakes Of The Decade
The Decade's Best TV Moments
10 Most Memorable Sports Moments Of The Decade
The Worst Photoshop Disasters Of The Decade
50 Best Movies Of The Decade
Biggest Technology Flops Of The Decade