I first heard about this here on the Beckett News, and set my DVR accordingly. The premise of the show centers on Grey Flannel Auctions, a sports memorabilia auction house run by Richie Russek and his two sons. Each show centers around 3 memorabilia items which the Grey Flannel team has to authenticate. If you're on this board, reading this message, this at least sounds interesting, right?
Truthfully, you couldn't be more wrong.
First, Russek, ostensibly the main character on the show, is about as unlikeable as you can get. After he puts a dollar value on each item, he says "And that's a lot of money for Grey Flannel Auctions!" AFTER EACH ITEM. It began to feel like an infomercial had mated with a slow-witted reality show.
Speaking of which, the first main "celebrity" was Dennis Rodman. Apparently, Rodman had his agent contact Russek to sell some of his memorabila from a Jersey storage facility. So Russek heads down there, hoping to find the Rodman Wedding Dress, which Russek referred to as a part of American Pop Culture. What's that, you ask? Rodman wore a wedding dress? A scant FIFTEEN years ago, Rodman signed books at a Barnes and Noble wearing a wedding dress. And this is part of Pop Culture? I think not. One can only hope that Russek does not overvalue his memorabilia like he overvalues cultural iconography.
And he doesn't even find the dress in the warehouse. Instead, we're treated to a one-on-one conversation between Russek and Rodman, which apart from its alliterative value, was about at lively as a current Wizards game, with far more F-bombs. (Where have you gone Gilbert Arenas?) Eventually, Russek asks Rodman if he'll agree to consign the material so it can be sold. Cut to commercial. Oh, the drama! Will there be more money in the pocket of Grey Flannel Auctions? It was an agaonizing 120 seconds for me, but I was pleased to see Mr. Rodman nod his head is subtle acquiescence. Yes, indeed, Russek, there will be several thousand dollars for Grey Flannel Auctions.
Richie Russek seems to embody most of what is wrong with current sports memorabilia dealers. It's all about the dollars for him. I may as well have watched a show about a guys selling pork belly futures. Russek comes off as an empty figure, solely concerned about the bottom line. Where's the love? That's why we watch sports, because we're passionate about the teams and the players. And as collectors, we get joy from owning a small piece of that. There was no love in the show at all. (Except making money for Grey Flannel Auctions. And really, why would you name your business after a cologne you can buy at Rite Aid? Why not Old Spice Auctions? Perhaps people would think it was for washed-up female British pop band memorabilia. But I digress.)
All-Star Dealers is borderline unwatchable. The dramatic moments are fabricated and the characters are unlikable. The only joy I got was from seeing the autographed balls or sports jerseys. Will I be watching the show again? Well, I certainly don't watch Modern Family each week to see Cam's new, colorful shirts.
Truthfully, you couldn't be more wrong.
First, Russek, ostensibly the main character on the show, is about as unlikeable as you can get. After he puts a dollar value on each item, he says "And that's a lot of money for Grey Flannel Auctions!" AFTER EACH ITEM. It began to feel like an infomercial had mated with a slow-witted reality show.
Speaking of which, the first main "celebrity" was Dennis Rodman. Apparently, Rodman had his agent contact Russek to sell some of his memorabila from a Jersey storage facility. So Russek heads down there, hoping to find the Rodman Wedding Dress, which Russek referred to as a part of American Pop Culture. What's that, you ask? Rodman wore a wedding dress? A scant FIFTEEN years ago, Rodman signed books at a Barnes and Noble wearing a wedding dress. And this is part of Pop Culture? I think not. One can only hope that Russek does not overvalue his memorabilia like he overvalues cultural iconography.
And he doesn't even find the dress in the warehouse. Instead, we're treated to a one-on-one conversation between Russek and Rodman, which apart from its alliterative value, was about at lively as a current Wizards game, with far more F-bombs. (Where have you gone Gilbert Arenas?) Eventually, Russek asks Rodman if he'll agree to consign the material so it can be sold. Cut to commercial. Oh, the drama! Will there be more money in the pocket of Grey Flannel Auctions? It was an agaonizing 120 seconds for me, but I was pleased to see Mr. Rodman nod his head is subtle acquiescence. Yes, indeed, Russek, there will be several thousand dollars for Grey Flannel Auctions.
Richie Russek seems to embody most of what is wrong with current sports memorabilia dealers. It's all about the dollars for him. I may as well have watched a show about a guys selling pork belly futures. Russek comes off as an empty figure, solely concerned about the bottom line. Where's the love? That's why we watch sports, because we're passionate about the teams and the players. And as collectors, we get joy from owning a small piece of that. There was no love in the show at all. (Except making money for Grey Flannel Auctions. And really, why would you name your business after a cologne you can buy at Rite Aid? Why not Old Spice Auctions? Perhaps people would think it was for washed-up female British pop band memorabilia. But I digress.)
All-Star Dealers is borderline unwatchable. The dramatic moments are fabricated and the characters are unlikable. The only joy I got was from seeing the autographed balls or sports jerseys. Will I be watching the show again? Well, I certainly don't watch Modern Family each week to see Cam's new, colorful shirts.
Collecting Orioles, Ravens, and Topps Baseball sets 57, (Finally finished 58!), 67, and 69 (need only 2!). Also, MLB HOF Autos.