About halfway through the unspooling of packages and bags and containers of cards I got at the National in Atlantic City on Sunday, I finally reached a point where I was able to decipher which cards came from which dealer.
I don't know if that says more about how much stuff was lying around the National, how indecipherable a lot of the tables were, my mental state, or the lack of organization in my bag. But for the rest of this, I actually know enough about dealership to provide a conscious, definite through line.
Still, a lot of the findings from the National just prove that the bargain collectors have not been completely shut out of the hobby, and that there is still cool stuff for me to find in bins I fear I can predict.
Into part two, then..
That was the 2022 National. Not sure when the next one of these I can attend will be. One would assume 4 years, as they'll probably go back to the Chicago-Cleveland-Chicago pattern they usually do. Maybe in 2026 I'll be able to afford to get a hotel and spend the week like the other collectors do. Until then though, I'll be the reclusive little character in a Brooklyn Dodgers cap and a Topps shirt, finding his way through a big convention center one dime box at a time.