Something very dangerous, and downright sinister has happened in the Tiefenthaler household. Pocket monsters have infiltrated our walls, and we’re surrounded by them. For the uninitiated, Pokemon is a Japanese word, that means “pocket monster” in English. It started as a video game for Nintendo, and expanded into a cartoon show, movies, and a trading card game.
Here’s why it’s such a big problem. On the bus, a kid named Sean introduced my 3rd grade son, Bob the Builder, to the Pokemon card game. Bob loved them and decided he needed Pokemon cards. It sounds nice on the surface, until I realized that one pack of 10 cards costs $4.10 cents. That’s ridiculous! This hobby could be wicked expensive.
Side note: I want my kids to grow up normal, but I wish they didn’t ride the school bus. In addition to learning about Pokemon cards there, they also learned some very colorful language. I’m so glad they are expanding their vocabulary.
Anyways, I caved and bought Bob the Builder a pack of cards. Of course, he opened them in front of my seven-year old daughter, The Flower Child. Now she needed some cards. I don’t remember all of the persuasion techniques she used, but I’m pretty sure there was some crying involved. That didn’t make me cave. What did was she also complained so much about the cards that my five-year old, Ivan the Terrible caught wind of this injustice. He needed some cards too. I wasn’t about to get between Ivan and some Pokemon.
Back to the store I go for another pack. In order to save money, I bought a three pack of cards for $11.98. If I bought three separate packs, it would have been $12.30. Hooray for saving 32 cents! I’ve you’re keeping track, that is now $16.08 spent on pocket monsters.
I handed over the packs of cards upon my return and thought it was finally all over. I was wrong.
The Flower Child had a special “EX” Pokemon card that was more powerful than any of the cards that Bob the Builder or Ivan the Terrible had in their packs of cards. Joy.
After some kicking, screaming, crying, and more crying, I said they could get some more cards on one condition. They could all have their own three pack of cards, but only if they let my wife and I take them out to eat at a Mexican restaurant. I needed a beer, and my wife demanded a margarita.
Back to the store we go for $33.94 worth of stupid Pocket Monster Cards, and that’s before taxes. The running total is $590.76 for cards now. Actually, it’s not that much, but I didn’t feel like doing any more math. I’m a writer. Leave me alone.
Here’s the real danger in this situation. I like collecting cards. Somewhere in the basement, I have stacks of baseball cards. Even worse than that, I still have Magic the Gathering cards under my bed. In college, I played that game a ton. I remember cashing my monthly check from Hollywood Video when I worked in college and then spending it all on Magic the Gathering cards. Granted, I only got paid about $41 per month, but I needed more cards! Will I get sucked into this card craze? Please, no!
At the restaurant, they tore into their packs. The first thing Bob the Builder and Ivan the Terrible looked for was if they got any special “EX” cards. They didn’t get any, but the Flower Child got another.
So, do any of you readers want to give me your old Pokemon cards? Specifically any “Mega” cards or “EX” cards. For the love of all things sacred, give me your Pokemon. I’ve got to catch them all!