Night Owl Cards

I was genuinely excited to get this card the other day. Do you know how ill it makes me to admit that? It's Bucky Bleeping Dent! I'm not supposed to like this guy! I don't like this guy. But that's how the Yankees get you. It's another one of their insidious plots to drive everyone who roots against the team crazy. It's sinister, it's evil. It's so, so, Steinbrenner. This all stems from my childhood growing up in New York state. I've lived in Yankee country all my life. But I knew at an early age that I didn't want to be a Yankee fan. Even as a kid I noticed that the Yankees attracted almost all the mean kids. Bullies were Yankees fans. The loudest, rudest kids seemed to be Yankees fans. There were a lot of nice kids who were Yankees fans, too, but all I could see were the loudmouths. Surrounded by these Yankees types, I could never hold on to any Yankees cards. This was the late 1970s, a time of Yankees excellence. So, anytime I pulled a Munso...

Some of you may have gathered by this post that I don't exactly care for 1986 Topps. I'm sorry for any misunderstanding. I actually quite enjoy '86 Topps. If I didn't like it, I wouldn't be collecting it. But, like I said, part of my reason for collecting it is it's kind of a misfit among the other fine Topps offerings of the 1980s. Blurry photos, odd poses, etc. Anyway, Matt of Heartbreaking Cards either read my post or saw my huge '86 Topps want list and got the gist of what I was saying: I collect these babies. Then, he did something wonderful: he asked if I wanted a whole mess of 1986 Topps that he had purchased long ago and had barely touched. And he said he'd send them to me without hope for anything in return. Wow, Matt, merry Christmas to you, too. The 338 cards off my want list (take a look at the '86 want list now. It's gone on a diet) arrived when I was out of town. I'm kind of going out of order in terms of when the card packages...