Hoody’s Collectibles (Bend) — Local services in Bend

So my 9 year old Son and I started collecting baseball cards last summer...we found Hoody's in Bend, and were both very excited to have a local store. This hobby is such a cool experience for Father and Son! Until recently, we had pretty positive experiences in the store and with the staff. We had been in the store a few dozen times, buying packs and sealed boxes, as well as sleeves, top loaders and all of our bulk storage needs. I was very happy to give a local business my support so we sourced all our needs/wants at Hoody's in Bend. The staff, (two employees) seemed to genuinely appreciate our business and were always very helpful. They answered our questions, advised us as what was best to purchase and what we should chase. We have been having a blast! Then came Rip Night on Feb 22nd 20025. Advertised to go from 4pm to 7pm, we arrived shortly after 4pm, ready to rip! The manager of the store seemed overwhelmed already, as he was just beginning to set up for the event. One extra table was put out for extra inventory. We were handed a printout of the "discounts" available...These were limited to 4 MLB formats, a couple of NFL formats and a couple of NBA formats. The savings were nominal and very limited. The Rip Night packs provide by Hoody's were fun to open, my son and I enjoy opening any pack we can! No hits, but cool nonetheless. Sometime just before 5pm, the manager of the store approached a table next to us, where a customer and his son were opening (2) 2025 Jumbo Hobby boxes and put there names on a "raffle" for a 2025 Hobby box. He then walked back behind the counter, and I asked if we were "allowed to enter the raffle". He assured me that he would get everyone currently in the store one the list. Less than 5 minutes later, he delivered to Hobby Box to the ONLY customers that I saw actually approached for their name to be added. I was bewildered for a moment, and I felt frustrated that we and everyone else had been slighted. It seemed that the Manager was playing favorites, or perhaps was "rewarding" a friend. This is when we should have left. However my Son had brought some cards to trade in hopes of upgrading his PC or purchasing some packs/boxes to open in the store. Because Alex (manager) was busy offering trades to others, my Son and I remained patient until he was available at our end of the counter. When my son asked if he could get a trade offer on the (10) cards he brought in, Alex told him he preferred not to offer trades on Rip Night due to being "so busy". My son actually goy a little teary, as he had watched Alex offer at lease a dozen trades with others and we had waited very patiently. Alex eventually did take a minute to look at my Son's trades and make an offer. Two (2) autographed cards and 7-8 #d refractors/parallels that were valued at over $250.00 based on comps. My son was offered $75 in store credit, I was offended, as was my son! We should have walked out but my son had been looking forward to Rip Night so much and wanted to be a part of the action, so to speak. We decided to trade some of the card my Son brought for $50, and then bought some blaster boxes to rip in-store. We pulled a couple of autographs and some cool inserts for our collection, and promptly left the store. As we got in the truck to head home my son expressed his disappointment, I tried to assure him that the store was "just too busy" and perhaps they needed more staff for the event. However, I was also left very disappointed by the experience. In reflection, what should have been a fun experiences for the kids in the store, turned out to be a lackluster let-down clearly geared toward the biggest spender, enough so that we won't be back to support this local business. There is no shortage of places to order from, so that is what we will do until Hoody's has some local competition in Bend. Perhaps the owner should show up from time to time, or at the very least offer some support to his staff on a night where high volume business...

The Rise and Fall of Hoody’s, and the Legend of Sports Card Ink In a strip mall dim with a flickering light, Stood Hoody’s Cards—a pitiful sight. Dust on the shelves, the packs overpriced, Old gum from the '90s? Not worth the slice. The owner named Hoody, aloof and unkind, Would grumble at kids, "You’re wasting my time!" He mixed up the rookies, mislabeled the stars, And haggled like eBay, but three times as far. The paint peeled off walls, the bathroom was locked, No Wi-Fi, no sleeves, and the stock? All mocked. No trades, no deals, just bitterness served, The hobby’s worst corner—exactly deserved. So Hoody’s did fall, with no one to cheer, Just a shuttered door and a broken veneer. The last sale was tragic—a bent Luka card, Thrown in a bag like a moldy old shard.

Now down the road, like a shining new link, Was a kingdom of cardboard: Sports Card Ink. LED lights danced on chrome refractor, Kids called it heaven, and parents looked after. Pristine displays, with cards in neat rows, From Mahomes to Gretzky, with autographs glowed. The staff knew the lore, the stats and the game, And every young collector left proud of their name. They hosted live breaks, and Friday night shows, With popcorn and laughter, the energy rose. Grading events and box wars galore, It wasn’t just shopping—it was so much more. Trade nights were epic, with music and flair, And the thrill of a pull hung thick in the air. Sports Card Ink wasn’t just cool—it was art, A true hall of fame for every card lover’s heart.

So here’s the tale, let history ink it: Don’t be a Hoody—be brilliant, be vivid. For the cardboard we cherish deserves better than gloom— It belongs in a shop where the...

So I had someone brake into my house and steal a giant amount of my high value cards and cards that I have collected for years. I went into hoody’s to show them the video of the guy robbing me to see if they knew him. Of course they didn’t but then i started to look around and I found most of my cards. No doubt that they were mine either , I happen to catalog all my cards so I already had pictures of every card and numbers recorded. At first I thought thank god this is going to be sort of ok , as they clearly didn’t have all the cards I had lost or at least they didn’t have all of them out in the cases. The owner told me I just needed to have the police come and tell him that the cards were mine. So I called the bend cops and tried to show them the video of the guy taking them and the pics I had of the cards and the pics I took of my cards in the shop. The cops did nothing , I found out a bit later that the guy was a informant so if they arrested him for this they wouldn’t be able to use his rat info anymore so they were going to make me wait. I tried to go back to the store to explain to the owner and he refused to talk to me and then followed that by selling all my cards knowing perfectly well they...