Alright, let me tell you about this Reggie Jackson signed baseball I managed to get my hands on. It wasn’t exactly planned, you know? More like something that just sort of happened.
So, I was cleaning out the garage a few weekends back. Found this old box tucked away, full of my childhood baseball cards and a beat-up mitt. Seeing all that stuff really took me back. I remembered watching Reggie play, Mr. October himself, hitting those massive home runs. Just pure power. That got me thinking it would be pretty cool to actually have something signed by him.
Getting Started
First thing I did was hop online. Just typed it in, you know, “Reggie Jackson signed baseball”. Man, you see all sorts of stuff. Some looked legit, others… not so much. Prices were all over the place too. It felt a bit overwhelming, honestly. I wasn’t looking to spend a fortune, just wanted something genuine.
I spent a good few hours just browsing different sites, reading descriptions, looking at pictures. You start to notice little things, like the type of ball used, the quality of the signature, and whether it came with any kind of proof it was real. That authentication thing seemed important.
Finding the One
After looking around for a while, I found a seller that seemed pretty reputable. They had good feedback, specialized in sports stuff, and the pictures looked clear. They had a baseball, looked like an official league ball, with Reggie’s signature right on the sweet spot. Bold and clear.
- Checked the seller’s history.
- Looked closely at the photos provided.
- Read the description about the authentication.
It came with a certificate from one of those big-name authenticators, JSA or PSA, I think. That gave me a bit more confidence. The price wasn’t dirt cheap, but it felt fair compared to some others I saw, especially considering the authentication.
Making the Move and Waiting
So, I decided to go for it. Clicked the button, put in my details, the usual online buying routine. Then came the waiting part. Always the hardest part, right? You track the package like a hawk. Every day, check the status update. “Shipped.” “In Transit.” “Out for Delivery.”
Finally, the day came. The mail truck pulled up, and there it was. A sturdy little box. I wasn’t rushing, though. Took it inside, got myself settled.
The Reveal
Opening that box was pretty cool. Carefully cut the tape, opened the flaps. Inside, nestled in bubble wrap, was a clear plastic cube. And inside that cube, the baseball. Seeing that signature, knowing it was Reggie Jackson’s actual handwriting on that ball… yeah, that felt good. It looked just like the pictures, maybe even better in person.
I took it out of the cube for a minute, just held it. Felt solid. The signature was crisp. Checked the authentication sticker and the matching certificate. Everything lined up. Felt like a successful mission.
Where It Is Now
Now? It sits on the shelf in my office, right next to a picture of my kids. It’s not hidden away. I like seeing it there. It’s a reminder of those players I watched growing up, a connection to baseball history, I guess. And it’s a reminder of that little garage-cleaning spark that led me down this path. Pretty happy with how it turned out.
