Wednesday was a real bummer of a day. First, there was the horrific news of the Russian hockey team plane crash that has devastated anyone and everyone connected to the NHL. Secondly, there is the almost catastrophic flooding and evacuations going on in many of the areas that I called home when I was growing up. Fortunately, my folks are on high ground. I called them to make sure it was high enough. Finally, just because things were going OK for me , someone decided I would drive over something metallic and sharp in the road on my way to work, and now I get to spend undetermined hours in a tire shop tomorrow. So, I'm looking for something brief and pleasant to take me away. There aren't any new '75 minis around right now, so I turned to Clayton Kershaw, the happiest part of the major league season for me. I recently picked up four cards of Kershaw. Why four? Well, it's all I could afford. But also because it got me to the magic 150-card mark. I now have 150 ...
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