Garage Sale Find: Vintage Edition or why you shouldn't store cards loose in a tub

When I bought the cards at the garage sale, the lady said there wasn't anything older than the 80's in the tubs.  I didn't really care since I knew I could easily make my money back on the 1986 Fleer Basketball cards.  I figured if I found any vintage cards or something for my collection it would be icing on the cake. 

Oooh, I sure would like a piece of cake. 

Sorry, I had to cut out sweets and I distracted myself. 

As I started going through the first tub, I pulled out handful after handful of cards from the mid-80s through 1993.  Baseball cards, basketball cards, football cards, hockey cards and way more Nascar cards than any one person should be allowed to own. A third of the way through the box I pulled this:

That's a pretty toasty 1960 Topps Jim Piersall.  Creases and all, I love some vintage, especially if it's unexpected.  I'd be lying if I said finding this didn't get my hopes up of finding something better. 

Just a couple of handfuls later, I pulled up a trio of vintage cards.  Keep in mind that my definition of vintage may be different than yours.  I started collecting in 1981 so I always thought of anything from 1980 and earlier as "old". 

Certainly not better than a 1960 Topps, but it's vintage.  Even if it is a Yankee. 

Another Yankee, circa 1974 this time.  I was 4 years old then, so I didn't even hate the Yankees yet. 

That's better.  Not a Ranger, but not a Yankee either.  I scanned all these cards without cropping to closely so you could see the dings and corners.  As we go along you'll see more and more the reason not to store your cards loosely in a tub or box or bag or shoebox or...well, you get the point. 

The bottom of the first tub wasn't too far off when I found the next piece of toasty vintage.

This rather "well-loved" 1958 Don Dillard has seen better days.  His nose is peeling terribly and he appears to have been bent almost in half from top to bottom.  Probably from the weight of all the cards in the tub. 

The bottom of the tub was visible when I pulled my next vintage card.  The thing is, it was the best vintage card I found so you have to wait until tomorrow to see it.  It's getting a post all it's own.  It's not end of the world great, but it's great to me. 

I didn't expect anything more when I hit one more trio in the last stack of cards.
 

If you look closely, you can see a wicked crease running from Pete's waist down through the "P" in his name.  He looks resigned to living out his life with that wrinkle, but I don't think it's bad for a card from 1960. 

Say it ain't so Joe.  This 1959 Topps Joe Cunningham is the worst of the bunch.  At least when it comes to creases. 

The last vintage card out of the tub was this 1958 Elston Howard.  It looks like someone took a shot at Howard, just missing hitting him in the head.  Apparently someone liked Howard enough to stick a pin in him and put him on display. 

The second tub had zero vintage cards so I was a little disappointed.  I did find two vintage cards in one of the binders.  I'll show them tomorrow. 

I think I need a spoonful of peanut butter to make me forget about that piece of cake.