
The Fleurys Have Landed
I had never sent a card for grading until I rediscovered these two Flower rookie cards in my old childhood collection.
I collected goalie cards pretty obsessively from 1997 until the 2004 lockout, which coincided with my going off to college. I moved on from the hobby at that point, and spent the next two decades blissfully not thinking about hockey cards.
That changed earlier this year, when I returned to my collection as a source of comfort during a very tough battle with cancer. I decided to celebrate all these old cards one last time and sell off the ones that I could.
Even after finding that I had successfully pulled and protected these two cards back in the day, I debated whether I wanted to pay to spin the grading roulette wheel. Obviously, today, I'm glad I did.
This is probably the closest I've come to recapturing the feeling that I think a lot of us "relapsed" mid-life hobbyists are after – that childhood thrill of chasing, and maybe even finding, a monster pull that makes your eyes bug out of your head. This hobby can be very silly, but it also – sometimes, occasionally – produces a beautiful moment or two.