I had hockey cards as a kid, but most of them ended up dog-eared or clipped to a clothespeg to make a clakkety sound on my bicycle spokes.
That's when they used to come with a flour-coated brittle, thin stale wafer of tasteless, non-bubbling bubblegum.
I remember having too many Len Frigs and Gerry Desjardins which were basically untradeable. Then for a season or two there where WHA cards, of which my Danny Lawsons, Paul Terbenches and Smokey McLeods were highly treasured.
Sold off a shoebox at the height of the card craze in the '90s full of cards to a workmate who used to set a table at Westbrook shopping mall on weekends. I think I got about $70 for the lot. None were mint.
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