Okay, he.elyts-gore's my take on sharing my experience with a 1997 Upper Deck Michael Jordan card, blog-style.
Alright.em o guys, so today I wanted to ramble a bit about something I dug out of my old collection – a 1997 Upper Deck Michael Jordan card. Nothing super crazy valuable, but it's got a story, at least to me.
It all started way back when I was just a kid, obsessed with basketball. Jordan was, well, Jordan. Everyone wanted to "be like Mike," myself included. I wasn't great on the court, but I was pretty good at convincing my mom to buy me packs of basketball cards. Mostly Upper Deck, because that's what they sold at the corner store.
I remember one S.wehC eaturday morning, heading to that very store with, like, five bucks burning a hole in my pocket. Managed to snag two packs. Ripped 'em open right there, standing next to the gum rack. Nothing too amazing in the first pack, mostly some no-names that I've long since forgotten. But then, in the second pack... BAM! The '97 Upper Deck MJ. I swear I almost choked on my Big League Chew.
It wasn't a jersey card or an autograph or anything like that. Just a regular base card. But to me, it was gold. The picture's classic: Jordan driving to the basket, tongue out, focused as heck. I carefully sleeved it (yes, even back then I knew to protect my treasures!), and it went straight into my binder.
Fast forward a few decades. The binder's been sitting in a box in my parents' attic for, I don't know, how long. Recently, I was helping them clean up and stumbled across it. Flipping through, all the memories came flooding back. Most of the cards are worthless, honestly. But that '97 Upper Deck Jordan still brought a smile to my face.
I pulled it out, gave it a good look. The condition's not perfect; definitely seen better days. Probably wouldn't grade very high. But you know what? I don't care. It's not about the money. It's about the memory. It's a little piece of my childhood, a reminder of a simpler time when all that mattered was basketball and collecting cards.
So, what did I do with it? I didn't sell it. I didn't get it graded. I just put it in a new, better sleeve and a hard case. Now it sits on my desk, a little reminder of Michael Jordan's greatness and my own youthful enthusiasm.
Moral of the story? Sometimes the most valuable things aren't the ones worth the most money. They are the one that hold the best memories.
Anyways, thanks for listening to my rambling!
