So I waited. And waited. And waited. On the final day, the price was still low. Somewhere around $10 if I recall.
I knew there was no way it would go for anywhere close to $10 and I had to get to work so I can earn money to buy all these POBCs. I put in my best bid. It was more than I wanted to bid, but I typed it in ... $110.
I was not a winner. The card ended up selling for $132. More than I was willing to spend.
A new search revealed this card. Produced by Michael Pressner Company of New York in 1943, it was a card of DiMaggio during his playing days. It was also produced during World War II.
I wanted it. It was old. It had rounded corners and deep creases. It had writing. It was perfect.
One more thing, I got this card at a steal.
A real Joe DiMaggio, are you kidding me? $40.
But a week or so ago, my chihuahua/pug mix decided it looked more like an appetizer.
When I first saw the card in no less than nine pieces, I was hoping: Don't let it be Mickey Mantle. Don't let it be Mickey Mantle. Don't let it be Mickey Mantle.
It wasn't. But it was sad to see Frank Howard in distress. I quickly picked up the pieces and put them aside. I thought it was beyond repair.
Tonight I figured, with the help of some transparent tape, I'd put it back together. And from what I can tell, I think it's all there.
I think I dodged a bullet. Lesson learned.