That title sounds a little strange especially coming from me but that’s what I am here to do. I will just come out and admit it. I got back into collecting because of Ben Henry’s Baseball Card Blog. One night while working the night shift I got on my old laptop and looked up baseball cards on Google out of curiosity. It had been ten long years since my last pack and I was starting to get that old itch in me. That night, I discovered Ben’s blog and spent the entire night going through his archives like a baseball card hound goes through the dollar bin at the card shop. I was an instant fan and for 3-4 months visited his blog every single day.
That being said, Ben has left quite a bad taste in my mouth. You see, for months I supported his site and left comments and such and one day I finally decided to start my own blog. Out of respect for Ben, I chose to blog about something that would never compete against his site and began “Canseco Completist”, a journey into my 18-year Jose Canseco obsession. The night it was created I sent Ben the only e-mail I ever wrote him asking for consideration to add my blog to his links section. A week later and still nothing. Not even a response. Needless to say, after a couple of weeks my blog was getting 5-7 hits per day. I was drowning and before giving up I decided to swallow my pride and ask once more. Again, no response to this very day.
Finally, I decided to change the direction of the site to all baseball card coverage and renamed the blog Wax Heaven. The first guy to link to me was Chris Harris of Stale Gum, you know…the true Godfather of Sports Cards journalism. In no time, visitors and new readers began to follow Wax Heaven. Meanwhile, in the last 8 months of my blog’s existence, Ben Henry seems to have lost a step or two. I think it’s clear to anyone who keeps up with his site. He reminds me of a kid that I once collected with. In my pre-teen days I had a clique of collectors who would trade cards every weekend. We had the player fans (myself, “Lisa”), the high-class collectors (only Upper Deck & Leaf for them), we had the clueless collectors (didn’t know a thing about baseball but bought more than anyone else), and then we had that one bookworm collector no one really liked who’s name slips my mind at the moment. He was an avid baseball fan and had the most impressive rookie collection in the neighborhood. Of course, the reason was because he was investing in cards, not enjoying them. You wanna take a peek at his three ’89 Griffey Jr. Upper Deck cards? Ha! Good luck.
Come to think of it, his name was Ben.