The Economy Has Stumbled, but the Sports Memorabilia Market Hasn't Bumbled
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TAMPA For days, the money never came to the Super Bowl.
Then finally on Saturday, there came the delightful sound of commerce once more. It came in the back of a tent, in a stampede of humanity called the NFL Experience as the flowing cadence of an auctioneer's voice coaxed wallets from people's pockets for the right to yessssir-own-your-very-own-1984-
Tony-Dorsett-Dallas-Cowboys-
professional-model-jersey-and-do-
I-hear-$1,600?
A man walking by in a baseball cap gasped.
"Sixteen hundred for a shirt?" he stammered.
Who in these times of peril pays $1,600 for a football jersey? Actually, the winning bid was $1,800, which was far less than the $24,000 someone paid for Johnny Unitas's helmet or the $17,000 that bought Jim Brown's Cleveland Browns game-worn jersey from the 1960s. The gavel kept falling, and passers-by stared in disbelief.
"I don't think I could afford that," said a fan pulling along his young son, shaking his head as a Boston/Washington Redskins sweater from the 1930s sold for $5,000.
On this week, at this Super Bowl, in this economy, it was interesting to see who could.
That man sitting in the back of the room, wearing a black Troy Polamalu jersey buying for himself an $800 leather helmet from around 1920? He's a vice president for a health care company in Columbus, Ohio.
"Yeah, I happen to be doing well, health care is doing well," he said with a small laugh.


