Welcome to AREA 40

I thought I could do it, I thought if I unloaded a Clemente sized can of ass whup on BWTP that I could finally walk away in peace. But the bloods still pumping in this collectors heart and I'm back.

So welcome to AREA 40.  What is the deal? What does it mean?  Well, here's the scoop. I recently turned the big 39 and one of my buddies remarked it's all downhill from here and welcome to AREA 40.  not sure I've heard that terminology before but he had enjoyed a few bourbon cordials so he may have just made it up. Either way I liked it so welcome to AREA 40.

The past few months I have been very good.  I haven't opened any packs and didn't even fall victim to Ohtani fever.  But I'm still itching and wondered how I can scratch one last time.  So I've decided on a plan inspired by a picture.

This is circa 1991 and I don't think I've ever been happier in collecting.  That many packs made me feel like a king. So I've got about 11 months until I turn 40 and I'm going to accumulate as many packs as I can.  Then I will have a huge cardboard blowout.  Maybe then I will be ready to walk away.  But for now load up the spaceship with the rocket fuel as I scrounge all over parts unknown to build the biggest pack stash I can.  There will be contests along the way as I update my progress.  I will be sticking to packs(for all sports and even non sports) from 1997 to today as that was when I re-entered the hobby in full force.  Here's the first few assortments of packs headed for my vault.

So how many packs do I want to acquire in the next year? As many as I can!  I have a number in mind but I'll release that a later date.  But for now buckle up----IM BACK