Hijacked By The Algorithm
There’s always been some form of addiction in this hobby. Even in the earliest days, there was a chase—a pursuit. You’d rip packs hoping to find your favorite player or complete a set. But there was still something innocent about it. There was play. There was freedom. Kids used to clip their sports cards into their bike spokes just to hear the flutter. They’d trade on the playground without checking comps. Creases didn’t kill a