So, I got this bug in my ear the other day about Reimold baseball. Yeah, Nolan Reimold. Used to play for the Orioles, remember? Had that killer swing for a bit, then, boom, injuries just kept piling up. It’s a shame, really. Anyway, I wasn’t trying to become a super-fan overnight or anything. I just got this weird urge to dig into his stuff a bit, specifically trying to track down a particular baseball card of his I thought I remembered from way back when.
First off, I hopped online. You know the drill. Fired up the computer, went to the usual auction sites, checked out some forums where people trade cards. And man, it was a flood. Tons of his cards, for sure. But the one I had in my head? Nowhere. Or maybe I just wasn’t using the right search terms. It’s like looking for a specific needle in a giant stack of slightly different needles.
Then I thought, “Okay, maybe I’m misremembering the exact look of it.” So, I started looking at just general Reimold memorabilia. Photos, signed balls, that kind of thing. Just to see if anything jogged my memory. Found some cool action shots, him rounding the bases, that intense look he had. But nothing clicked for that specific card. It was frustrating, you know? Like having a word on the tip of your tongue.
I even dug out some of my old baseball magazines from the attic. Spent a good hour sneezing from the dust, flipping through pages. Found articles about his call-up, the early promise. It was a nice trip down memory lane, but still no closer to what I was looking for. I started to wonder if I’d just completely made it up in my head. Happens sometimes, right?
My trip to the local shop
After striking out online and in my own dusty collection, I decided to take a drive. There’s this little sports card shop a few towns over, been there for ages. The guy who runs it, old Mr. Henderson, he’s seen it all. I figured if anyone would know, or at least point me in the right direction, it’d be him.
So, I walked in, the bell on the door jingled, and there he was, surrounded by boxes and binders. I explained what I was after, this vague memory of a Reimold card, maybe a special edition, maybe a minor league one, I wasn’t even sure anymore. He listened, nodding, then kind of chuckled. He said, “Reimold, eh? Good player, when he was healthy. Lots of ‘what ifs’ with that guy.” He rummaged through a few boxes of unsorted commons and some team sets he had, but nothing matched my fuzzy description.
We chatted for a bit about those Orioles teams, the players who came and went. He pulled out a few other interesting cards from that era, just to show me. It was cool, but not what I came for. He suggested I try some bigger online communities, maybe post a picture if I could sketch out what I remembered. Good idea, but my artistic skills are, let’s say, lacking.
In the end, I left the shop empty-handed, at least for the Reimold quest. I did pick up a couple of cheap packs of new cards, just for the fun of ripping them open. It’s the little things, I guess. So, this whole Reimold baseball deep dive didn’t really get me the treasure I was hunting for. But, hey, I learned a bit more, reminisced some, and got out of the house. Sometimes the search itself is the point, not always finding the thing. Still, if anyone knows about a weird, obscure Nolan Reimold card, let me know, eh?