Night Owl Cards

We're a want list family. When nearing major gift-giving days on the calendar, I both issue and require want lists. The more specific the list, the better. I'm not much for surprises. Surprises are for lazy people who don't want to make a list. Make a list! You'll get what you want and the person giving won't feel like an inadequate loser when you don't like what they gave you. Not once has a Christmas been ruined because there weren't enough surprises. But a few have been ruined because someone was waaaaaaaaay off target in their gift selecting because there was no list because everyone was too busy dancing through magical flowers in Surprise Me Land. Make a list! This is why the want list on my blog is so detailed. I need to tend to it more than I do, but for the most part it features everything that I desire in mind-numbing detail. This is because I know what I want and people shouldn't have to guess like we're two newlyweds. Convers...

I received my yearly set of Albuquerque Isotopes cards from Kris yesterday. They're always great fun. So after another lengthy work day-night, I pulled the cards out of their team bag, shuffled past the cards of coaches and trainers, and eyed the very first player card. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bastardo??!!!!!!! There is a Bastardo with the Dodgers? (Insert too obvious Frank McCourt joke here). I rolled my chair over to my rolltop desk (what? You think I walk like a commoner?). I grabbed the cards I had just scanned from that Heritage windfall and leafed through them. Bastardo. Bastardo. Bastardo. Bastardo. Bastardo. Bastardo. Bastardo. Ah ... here it is! Antonio. From the Dominican. Alberto. From Venezuela. After a couple more moments of review, I deduced: Yup, they are two different guys! Wow. I don't know how I didn't know this before. Two Bastardos? Two? Topps, I sense a combo card opportunity. ...