Night Owl Cards

Just because I'm old doesn't mean I don't enjoy new experiences with cards. I dabble in them all the time; I still like sampling and trying out things. How do you explain that pack of Bowman I bought last week? (Oh, didn't I tell you about that? That's an indication of how impressed I was). No, if I was truly finished with new experiences, you'd see nothing but pre-1980 cards here and a complete unwillingness to understand modern cards and card strategies, rather than the semi-unwillingness to understand modern cards and card strategies that you already see. Why just in the last few days I've experienced a couple of "new-to-me" moments. The first has to do with the card you see up top. It is a 2007 Fleer Ultra gold parallel (not to be confused with "gold medallion") of Nomar Garciaparra. It's even numbered to /999 in that dot-matrix way that Ultra serial-numbered things. But the "new" part is that I received ...

The postseason has transformed into a pile of crap, just as I suspected . It's the continuation of a horrid cycle that began in 2009, in which the two teams that I hate more than any other keep showing up and winning the World Series without any regard for the fact that I've despised them since I was 10. And I'm really sick of the "jolly good show" comments from the likes of MLB and the MLB Network about how terrific the games have been, as if they don't have anything to sell. A party in which nobody attends except your enemies is not a party, no matter how fantastic the caterer is. No, it's a great big colorful suckfest. I'm reduced to rooting for the Tigers, who have almost no chance because their bullpen is made out of kerosene and a few of Jim Leyland's discarded, still-lit cigarettes. It's depressing, and I probably won't watch but a few snippets of the rest of the playoffs. And that's depressing, too. And what do I do...