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It’s Just (Baseball) Cards

Posted by houstoncollector on December 19, 2008

So, a certain unnamed company gets another hand-selected box of product for a box break from an unnamed manufacturer.  I really don’t want to give any more publicity to the asses behind this, but, as Gellman over on Sports Card Uncensored predicted, they had a HUGE pull.  Given that I just spent $70 on a 13 box group break, and got a bunch of crap for my efforts (albeit better crap than many of the others.  I had Texans and Browns, got 1 Texans RC, and not even anyone I collect, but a fair amount of junk player Browns GU/AU for trade bait), and other than 2 of the boxes, both high end (National Treasures and Exquisite), the boxes were crap.   A few weeks before that, I spent $90 on 2 different 8 box group breaks, and …. got hardly anything ,because all of the product had jack and shit in it.

So, the news that these people pulled a Joe Jackson dual GU/Bat #’d to 25 out of a high end product….made me pretty damn sick, disgusted, and pissed off.  Gellman was too, and let people know it in a video rant.  I’ll have a video coming soon after my next box break (from Ebay, of non-current product), to show exactly what I’m going to be doing on this.

However, in the comments of the post, someone had the balls to take Gellman to task…but not enough balls to give a name, although somehow I believe the IP might happen to have been out of Dallas, Texas.  Here’s what was said:

Jesus Chris people, it’s just baseball cards. There are real problems in the world and you idiots scream and yell over this? People like Adam Gellman continue to reenforce the card sterotype – big old fat slob who sits behind his computer screen, bitching. Get a fucking life.

I made a comment to respond to this, and I just felt I needed to share it here:

Let’s say there were about four or five casinos in a town.  They’re the only casinos worth playing in, and the only ones nearby, so it’s where everyone goes.  People go there from all over, and for the most part, they come away losers.  They might win small here and there, and now and again someone will hit a jackpot, but for the most part, people are losing money.  The casinos love it, because they’re busy, people are buying drinks and food, going to shows, and everything’s fine. During the casinos’ heydays, there’s a group of guys that become regulars at the casinos.  They’re not your usual gamblers though.  They dress fancy, and act like they know how the games work.  People believe them, of course, because they win.  Not always big, and they’re obviously not cheating, but they win more than usual.

Time passes, and they start giving people gambling lessons.  Since most people are losing, they pay for these lessons, and while their game style may not change, and they may not win much (if any) more, they feel better becausel, dammit, they’re learning.  Someday, they’ll say, someday, we’ll hit it big!

The casinos, on the other hand, are raking in profit, and decide that they want to branch out, open more casinos, and basically control everything as far as the eye can see.  At the same time, a few more companies build casinos figuring they can make a killing too.  All of these companies contact our professional gamblers, as they’re not only giving lessons, but they’re promoting the casinos, too.

Unfortunately, the number of people aren’t increasing, and so the casinos as a whole thin out due to over-saturation, and after a few years, only a couple of companies are left, as many have gone out of business, including one of the ones that has been around for years.  The professional gamblers are still there, but people have lost interest in gambling, not only because they can’t afford it, but also because it just didn’t feel special with 20-30 casinos out there.

Then the casinos started to offer special promotions.  Ladie’s night here.  Special guests there.  Over a period of time, the gamblers started coming  back, with the professionals right there holding the doors open.  Business was picking up again, but then, as these things always do, the casinos started getting cocky.  Instead of catering to the people that kept them going through the lean years, they started trying to ritz the place up, trying to attract wealthier people and upping the antes at the tables.  Drinks started getting expensive and a lot of the old regulars just couldn’t keep up.  The casinos started cramming in more types of games, too, although a lot of them were similar to the others, just with different names and prices.  People just couldn’t keep up.

The professional gamblers were struggling too.  See, people had found another way to learn how to gamble.  It didn’t cost as much money, and it actually helped them win more.  People were avoiding the professionals in droves, and hurting their long-time business practices.  So, these professionals went to the casinos, and a deal was forged.  Suddenly, the professionals were treated as top-class by the casinos.  They always dressed fancy, had beautiful women, drinks and food were on the house, and they always seemed to have the same dealers at each casino.  And they were winning.  Not always, but they were winning, and winning big.  And the casinos loved it, because whenever someone would ask where to gamble, the professionals would point at the big casinos.  And if people asked “How’d you do it?”  they’d go, “Why, just come to our place, and we’ll teach you how to gamble.  After all, we’re the best at it, just look at how we win!”

At the same time, some other gamblers were sensing something was wrong.  They were talking to themselves and some other gamblers, and most of these were using the other sources for learning how to gamble.  They were still winning…but not nearly as much.  In fact, it almost seemed that in comparison, they were losing, because they were having to spend more to get less winning done.

After a while, a few people were taking notes on the professionals, and started spotting patterns.  The pit boss would signal for a change on the deck out of turn, and suddenly the professionals would hit a large jackpot.  A slot machine would be broken down, and as soon as it was fixed, one of the professionals were there, and bells and sirens were going off as coins came out of the machine.  It got people excited, which was bringing them into the casinos…but it just didn’t feel right.

Fans of the casinos and the professional gamblers were quick to shout down those few gamblers who spoke up, saying that it was just luck, and if you only took their classes, you’d do better…  The professional gamblers were even more dismissive, saying “How could you trust someone who didn’t learn through us?  He’s just some bum, after all….”

After a while, though, a few of the casinos went to some of these smaller gamblers and said, “Look.  We’re not cheating, there’s nothing going on.  Here, we’ll bring you in and let you use some of the same tables, the same dealers, the same machines.  You’ll see, really.”  And all was well for a while, until another big score by the professionals.

Suddenly the small gambler who had been outspoken about the problems before had had enough, and gave reasons why something was wrong.  Other gamblers were agreeing, but then someone in the crowd who couldn’t be seen cried out…..



One Response to “It’s Just (Baseball) Cards”

  1. aybayz said

    well put

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