It's colors like these O-Pee-Chee card backs that make me think of the bright colors of my childhood. I take a look at the American counterpart and I immediately deflate my mood. The color is there, but it looks so drab in comparison to the Great White North's contributions to the hobby.
Even the fronts of the cards look just a little brighter. The pictures tend to stand out a little more. Is it sad that I now have four 1969 O-Pee-Chee cards in my possession, but only five 1969 Topps cards?
At least I can use the lack of postseason trips by the White Sox to my advantage with some of the vintage sets. It's a lot cheaper to pick up singles of great players, like Gary Peters, when only a handful of people realize how great they were.
2 comments:
I think you mean colouring.
Sorey, where's my mind at, eh?
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