Night Owl Cards

  I hope you know that I'm never going to stop writing about '70s and '80s cards on here. To me, that's the greatest era for cards and the most appealing cards. It's the most appealing time period, too, for ... well, just about everything. Then we hit the '90s and pretended everything was the same but knew it wasn't and now we're in the 21st century and nobody knows what a radio is anymore. The beauty of cards is I can collect the same period over and over without anyone getting on me for living in the past (well, some people still might, but that would be rude of them).   I once worried that I was running out of cards to collect from this time but I now know that's absolutely not true and won't be for as long as I'm dragging myself around.   One of the best sources for '70s and '80s cards continues to be Dime Box Nick , which is a bit strange as I'm pretty sure he never set foot in either decade. He certainly understands the glor...

  I know I've written a lot about oddballs throughout this blog and I've really been spouting off about them in the last six months or so. I probably should change this blog to "Oddball Owl Cards" to make it more appropriate. I've written about them so much that I wanted to do a post on why I like them so much. This isn't a "how-to," in fact, I'd prefer that you didn't copy me and collect these things. It's one of the few kinds of cards where I don't have to beat back the competition. So here are a few reasons why I collect oddballs. (Remember: don't start collecting them!) I shall use a bunch of oddball cards that I just received from Nick of Dime Boxes as visual aids to support my argument. 1. Oddballs are the last chance to collect the players that I truly adore. These are all cards from 1978 SSPC. I have so few of these. I need so many more. Oddballs give me a chance to say hello to the players from my childhood one last t...

A few things about 1978: I became a teenager. I moved to a new city. I continued my habit of one crush per year. This time I had one on a girl named Allison. By the end of high school, the entire male student body had a crush on Allison. But I saw her first. My love for baseball did not waver. In fact, it grew in many amazing ways in 1978. I saw a complete set of baseball cards for the first time. I attended my first major league baseball game. And I became acquainted with the concept of the "team yearbook." I saw my first yearbook on the same day I attended my first baseball game. It was at Yankee Stadium. The Yankees were playing the Royals. My brothers went to New York with some friends, most of whom were Yankee fans. One of the main objectives of the trip, was to acquire some memorabilia. Sadly, all the memorabilia at Yankee Stadium featured, ugh, Yankees. There were Yankee faces and Yankee logos and Yankee slogans and other equally repulsive accoutrements. My two ...

This is the first week in six months that I have not received a single card package in the mail. There are a couple of reasons for this. One is I have been trying to catch up with the cards I have obtained recently -- organizing, filing, etc. -- so I have initiated very few trade talks. The second is I'm waiting on a handful of packages to arrive. Some are en route, another one is tied up in another trade, and three or four are out there in the stratosphere somewhere. With a couple of those, I have no idea if they will ever come home. But that's cool. Life plays some strange tricks and card collecting fades into the background like a child's stuffed toy. Plus, I'm sure there are a few people who are wondering the same thing about cards I agreed to send them. I'm assuming my scattered brain has lost track of a trade or two. I hope people will let me know if I have. But the trading hasn't totally come to a halt. I am working on four or five trades at the mom...