They resurfaced again briefly in 1985 and again in '91. Parting ways with Gidwitz, he hands me an unopened set of cards. By the time I get to my car, I can't decide whether to open the pack, to see which five cards are inside, or to simply leave it sealed. After all, an unopened set is worth more. And that's precisely what is wrong with collecting today.
People are too worried about value.
So I tear it open. Later that day, walking my dogs around the 'hood, Wackies in my coat pocket, I pass by a vacant schoolyard. I peel off the sticker and smooth it out over the galvanized b-ball pole. Score one for Wacky Packs. Newcity Chicago .