My Hunt for a Michael Strahan Card
Alright, let me tell you what I got up to recently. It all started when I was cleaning out some old boxes in the attic, you know, the kind you haven’t touched in years. Just full of random stuff from way back when.
So, I’m digging through one box labeled ‘Misc Sports Stuff’ – real helpful, right? Found some old jerseys, a deflated basketball, and then this smaller container tucked in the corner. Inside? Piles of old trading cards. Mostly baseball from the junk wax era, honestly, pretty worthless stuff.
But I started sorting through them anyway, more for the nostalgia than anything else. Flipping through, seeing names I hadn’t thought about in ages. Then, boom. There it was. A Michael Strahan card. New York Giants uniform, classic pose. It wasn’t super flashy, looked like one of the base cards from maybe the late 90s or early 2000s, I figured.
Pulled it out to get a better look. Here’s what I did next:
- First, I checked the corners. You always gotta check the corners. Three looked pretty sharp, one was a little soft. Not terrible, but not perfect.
- Then, I looked at the centering. Eyeballed it, you know. Looked slightly off, more border on one side than the other. Common issue, really.
- Surface looked okay. No major scratches or creases, which was good. Just needed a wipe, maybe.
Got a bit curious. Strahan, he’s a Hall of Famer, big personality. Wondered if this specific card was anything special. Didn’t get my hopes up, mind you. Most cards from that time aren’t lottery tickets.
So, I went downstairs, grabbed my reading glasses, and looked up the card details. Found the year and the brand on the back. Then I just did a quick search online, typing in that info, just to see what popped up. Saw a bunch of similar cards listed on various collector places.
Turns out, it’s a pretty common card. Not rare. Not valuable. Maybe worth a couple of bucks on a good day, mostly because it’s Strahan. Exactly what I kinda expected, to be honest.
But you know what? It didn’t really matter. The fun part was finding it, remembering watching him play back in the day. That sack record chase was something else. Holding that piece of cardboard brought back those memories. It wasn’t about finding treasure; it was about the little discovery.
What did I do with it? Just grabbed one of those soft plastic sleeves and a top loader I had lying around and slipped the card inside. Tucked it away safely, but not back in the attic. Put it on my desk for a bit. Just a cool little piece of football history I found digging through my own junk. That was my little project for the afternoon.
