Night Owl Cards

Sometimes I think I need a psychiatrist. Well, not about the usual stuff. But sometimes I think I need a psychiatrist when it comes to baseball cards. Yep, I'm doing one of those introspective posts in which some readers are going to want to shake me and say "get off it, man! Like what you want to like, hate what you want to hate! It's a hobby!" But introspection has served me well these 40-plus years. It's what I know and how I deal. And for the last 22 years, I have known, in my head, that I hate 1992 Donruss with a vengeance. I've mentioned this before on various posts, and people probably laugh it off when they read it. "Hatred for a card set! Ha, ha! That Night Owl! Ho, ho!" I'm not joking. I wish the set was dead. I HATE it. Spit on your grave hate. Curse your children's children and their children's children hate. The kind of wild, absurd hatred that you see on Twitter every day. Only more wild. And more absurd. If...