Night Owl Cards

Usually, I have a fairly good idea of what I am going to write about before I start a post. You don't last long in my line of work unless you have a plan heading into deadline. But, golly, this is Series 2. Everyone has seen the design since way back in January (even longer for those who saw the previews back last summer). And a whole crowd has eyeballed the cards in Series 2 already. You're bored. I'm bored. Allen & Ginter isn't until freakin' August. Why go on? Well, I'm not a defeatist. When there is new product to beat to death, it's my job to turn it into a bloody pulp. So I tried out a few things on Twitter and found out that, "yes, I do have something to say." What I'm saying is pointless drivel. But you're used to that by now. So let's see pointlessness in hanger box form. But first I better show you some tidbits from the loose pack that I bought from Target solely so I could scan the wrapper for the top of the ...

You don't think there are baseball card gods? You doubt that there are baseball card fairies or gremlins or pixies? OK, then how do you explain this? In the last post, I wrote about the slow deterioration of baseball players' penmanship skills. One MMayes of the 1972 Topps Baseball blog ended his comment on the post by saying: "For a fun current autograph, check out Johnny Cueto's card. Looks like a kindergartner printing." About nine hours later, I found myself in Kmart with the family. I was determined to buy something from the store's notoriously poor card selection (don't worry, it didn't cut into the card show budget). The only thing that whispered in my ear was a blaster of Stadium Club (yeah, yeah, I know, I vowed never to buy another SC blaster. Shut up). So I ponied up, and pulled this: Looks like I get to find out how much Cueto's signature resembles those of the 5-year-olds on my block. I've seen Cueto's signature before, so I k...