Arrogance & pettiness are not helping the hobby.
Yeah, I know it’s been a few weeks since we’ve updated the blog. 1,000 pardons.
Maybe it’s because instead of writing I spend more time staring into space wondering why some of the folks in this hobby are so nasty to each other. Not the collectors. God love you all (OK, most of you). It’s some of the people who are in business in the hobby–and some of the so-called experts.
When we started this site back in the early part of the summer I have to admit I was somewhat naive. I knew personality conflicts existed in this hobby. I’ve been around enough shows and message boards to know that. I just didn’t realize the extent to which it exists. Now that I’m sort of in this business myself instead of just as a collector and occasional writer, I’m seeing it all too clearly. Actually, it’s pretty funny if you’re just on the outside looking in. Unfortunately, that’s not always the case.
We try to get people in various segments to share their knowledge and some won’t because we tell them someone or some organization is involved and they don’t want to be a part of it. It’s a shame. People with tremendous knowledge could share that with those who have real jobs and can’t spend 10 hours a day examining little pieces of sports history….but they choose not to because they’re sure the other guy is out to get them..or doesn’t know what they’re talking about.
Some have the audacity–despite what’s essentially free publicity to a very targeted marketplace of thousands–to want editorial control over our pages because they’re so hung up on themselves. Ain’t gonna happen.
Other new businesses trying to win their share of the market post messages on boards denigrating their competitor. Phone conversations become bitch sessions about "the other guy". We get e-mails from people who are upset because we didn’t give their "story" the same space as someone else. Grow up.
Message boards are full of stories about what’s acceptable when it comes to "preparing" cards for grading. Then the discussion flies off into another direction and the insults and innuendo begin. Maybe some good comes out of it…if you can wade through the manure.
I guess there’s a lot of money to be made in some segments of the hobby. And plenty of people willing to climb over anyone with their spiked heels and grab it.