Man, I hate Dave Magadan. I remember in '88 when his rookie card came out. That thing was "worth", like, eight dollars. EIGHT DOLLARS! Do you know how much money that is to an eleven year old, or at least, an eleven year old in 1988? Answer: a lot. On top of that, the man went to Alabama. (Yay, Alabama. Crimson Tide..... sorry.) Every pack I bought, I prayed and prayed that there would be a Dave Magadan in there. But no. Nada. Never. I can't even count how many packs I opened. But my buddy, Dennis, he got one. Bastard. But, no worries, I had the trump card. Bo Jackson. Bo Jackson was evil. He went to Auburn. And he wasn't that good. I mean, he couldn't be, right? His rookie card was only worth a dollar-fifty. The trade was born.
I proudly showed my dad the card.
So?
It's Dave Magadan. It's worth eight dollars!
Who's going to pay you eight dollars for that?
They will.
They?
You know. People that collect baseball cards. And the baseball card stores. They sell them.
How much do they sell them for?
Eight dollars.
If they pay you eight dollars and then sell it for eight dollars, how do they make money?
Because you came in their store. And you buy other stuff.
Other stuff that they sell for the same price they buy it for?
Yeah. Look, you don't understand baseball cards.
No, you don't understand economics and supply and demand.
Eco-what?
Whatever. Good job. Don't lose it.
I wonder where that card is? I wonder if my dad still thinks I'm as dumb as I was then. I wonder if I AM still as dumb as I was then.
edited for grammar