Night Owl Cards

Well, I wasn't going to say anything, but I'm glad to see folks made the right call on the best Reggie card of the 1970s. I think motherscratcher said it best in the comments. You've got to pick a Reggie that looks like Reggie. The 1970 card features a very nice photo and all, but that isn't the Reggie that anyone remembers. The 1978 Reggie Jackson card features a Reggie that looks like Reggie, doing what Reggie does. Or did. And in a last-minute flurry of poll activity, the '78 Jackson card rallied from second place to overtake the '70 card by a single vote. I'm proud to say the 1978 card is the best Jackson card of the '70s. The last time I did this, with Johnny Bench, the post segued into the "I'm Badass and You're Not" feature, and Bench was entered into the " badass " club. So, the question is, does Reggie gain entrance into the badass club now? Well ... here's the thing. I want to add him. He was certainl...

(August 10 th is officially "Lazy Day." Who doesn't appreciate that? And I can fully appreciate it, because I'm off today. A whole day to devote to baseball cards. This is Cardboard Appreciation. The 43rd in a series): During times of trouble, when the Dodgers' lead in the NL West is shrinking, the bullpen is getting dirty looks from the starters, and the offense is returning to the Kent-Gonzalez days when the team's ultimate goal was to get runners to second base (but no further!), I turn to my Kellogg's 3-D Super Stars collection. Kellogg's 3-D cards are the Sportflics of my era . There is a lot of love for Sportflics on the blogs. I understand that. But I was a bit too old for Sportflics . You can't exactly talk about Sportflics when you're in a college bar, on your fifth beer, trying to chat up the girl you spied at the Bengal Burger earlier that day. To me, the drawback to Sportflics -- aside from it being a chick repellent -- was th...

So, Phillies, we meet again. You don't remember me, but I remember you. It's been a long time. A quarter of a century to be exact. We used to see each other all the time, at right about this time. My Dodgers would play you on a regular basis in October, and I would be there, in front of the TV, forgetting that you were my Plan B team , suddenly hating you for getting in my team's way. You were my first postseason villain, although a strangely dressed one, outfitted in redish caps and powder-blue jammies. You had a wild man for a shortstop and a powerful free-swinger for a third baseman, a big boy in left field, and my favorite non-Dodger in center, Mr. Maddox. It was a great rivalry. It included my favorite player, The Penguin, Ron Cey: And another favorite, Dusty Baker. Both Baker and Cey hit grand slams against you, remember? And, of course you remember, Game 3 of the 1977 NLCS, right? Good times. Remember an older gentleman named Vic Davalillo? T...