Night Owl Cards

  I tell myself I do not have the space, nor the time or money, for non-card collectibles. I shun bobbleheads and Funkos, keychains and other trinkets, bats, balls, jerseys and other assorted placemats and pillow cases that Koufax or Drysdale might have dined off or slept upon. It's a good act I put on, and in a way, it's helped cut down on the clutter ... a little. Because, truthfully, I think some of that stuff -- that non-card stuff -- is pretty cool. I dug the above "baseball boy" out of a box in the attic just now. No, I don't exactly think it's cool. It's kind of adorable and creepy at the same time. It was painted by my mother, back when she went to ceramic classes when I was 14. She made a Dodger-themed one for me (yes, Ron Cey's number!), a Red Sox-themed one for my brother and an Oriole-themed one for my other brother. We didn't really know what to do with them. So we put them on a shelf in our bedrooms and ignored them for years while th...