I never thought I’d see a dark side to this entertaining PBS show that seems to be shown nightly on our nearest station.
Happy stories. Happy people.
However, I think the show’s “value” virus has afflicted too many collectors.
One of the happiest parts of this blog has been spotlighting fellow collectors. Collectors who build collections around their own interests, not a price guide.
I’ve been in contact with more than one collector who is afraid to be profiled. They think I want to write about their net worth, not their hobby specialty.
“I don’t want to discuss the size of my collection or the value of my best autographs.” Then, they add that they fear for the safety of their collection and their family.
|The stories I seek are the “What is it?” and
“How did you get it? along with WHY?
I don’t do values. Watch these guys
for a “How much???”
I am not ANTIQUES ROADSHOW. I am not an appraiser.
Here’s my brand of appraising. Your autographs are worth as much, or as little, as you care about them. Or, for someone with visions of dollar signs and sugar plums dancing in their heads, the autograph could be worth as much as the next guy will pay.
Ages ago, I received a phone call that interrupted my dinner. (No, it wasn’t a political candidate…)
“I saw your name in Sports Collectors Digest,” the caller began. “You gotta help me.”
“I want to know how much a Ty Cobb autographed baseball is worth.”
Looking back at my lukewarm-plate, I blurted a fair figure.
“Wait. That can’t be.”
I began to say how I based my estimate range on several factors. He interrupted.
“I paid $300 more than that. My wife’s gonna kill me.”
I paused, stared at the ceiling, then lied — for a good cause.
“Tell her it’s a good price…but do your homework next time, okay? My dinner’s cold. Good luck.”
Coming Friday: a Harmon Killebrew biography, plus the world’s biggest autograph?