Night Owl Cards

Well, a few people were a little disturbed by my encounter  with a co-worker this past weekend who cleaned out the Walmart Bowman display by dumping eight blasters into his cart. I'm not that bothered about it. That's what you find in the world of Bowman. It's a frenzied, every-collector-for-himself free-for-all. Add it to the many reasons why I don't collect Bowman. But I know what it's about -- I'm not going to act like it shouldn't happen. I could ponder the many Dodgers my co-worker pulled in his many blasters. But I won't. Because I did pretty well for myself in my meager Bowman rack pack selections. I already mentioned the three Dodgers pulled out of that one 22-card rack pack. I also bought one of those 3-packs-in-one-pack items and nabbed these Dodgers: One of those was the camo parallel -- what I think looks more like a green grass parallel -- of Dodger prospect Dennis Santana. Hold on to that name. So seven Dodger Bowmans out ...

It's been some kind of week. It's been such a week that I found myself in Walmart for the second time in less than seven days and on a Friday night no less. You're just asking for it, going to Walmart on a Friday night. But I was still working on the whole Mother's Day thing and I hadn't gotten any wrapping paper. That meant go to Walmart on a Friday night or give the missus a present in a plain, gray box. I was regretting the trip for frilly stuff almost instantly. As I've mentioned before, I enter Walmart by the side entrance, where the outdoors wares are stocked (and during the holiday time, Christmas wares). It's a dandy in-and-out experience when getting in-and-out is an absolute necessity (i.e. any trip to Walmart). But this time, there was this huge, monster line at the side entrance register. Oh, this was not good. Once I got inside, the fun began. Squirrely kids trying to provoke a lawsuit everywhere. And as I dodged all kinds of ill-manner...