Night Owl Cards

All right, everyone is all apoplectic over Ichiro suddenly becoming a Yankee. I'm just not that upset about it. If you're a Mariner fan, then, yes, I'm sorry. I understand. For you, it's awful. Just horrible, disgraceful, unthinkable, galling, gagging, repulsive, puke-inducing, nasty, crushing, hurtful, agonizing, gross, dehumanizing, shameful, inexcusable and rotten. But if you're not, then, really, things could be worse. How much worse? Well, off the top of my head, I came up with 10 or so players who I would have much more of a problem seeing in a Yankee uniform than Ichiro. Suzuki is practically an icon and very good at what he does. But, let's face it, he's 38, and he's not the player he once was. If the Yankees want to try to capture 2001 in a bottle for a half a year, then, fine, knock yourself out, New York. I hope you fail. But these guys? No, I do not want these guys to appear as Yankees. Or I might have to start watching crick...

Two times a year, baseball fans prognosticate. Once at the start of the season and once at the start of the postseason. It's a fun activity. People seem to like it. I think some take it far too seriously, but if done in the spirit in which it is intended, as folks shooting the shit during a barroom conversation, it's good, clean, mindless entertainment. I've participated in the Prognosticating Games many times. And it's taken those many times for me to realize: I suck at it. I can't predict. I've lost my crystal ball. In fact I don't think I ever had one. My inner soothsayer is on permanent vacation. For years, even though I knew this, I'd still pretend that I could predict the outcome of games. I'd participate in weekly NFL pools. Didn't win squat. Because of my job, people would ask me to predict the score of the local college football game. That's a funny thing to ask someone who finds the squirrels scurrying around the backyard more i...

I have very little time to post today. This will be the last one until the wee hours, and maybe the last one until Thursday evening, depending on how I feel after the work marathon spanning tonight/tomorrow. Also, my daughter's birthday is this weekend, so chaos on the homefront is about to ensue, as well. And I gotta squeeze that blog bat-around topic in, too. The good part about that is I think I know what it's going to be. Now if I can only find time to get the cards scanned. But I promised I'd throw another "Define the Design" contest at you. So here it is. Take a look at the 1979 Topps Don Sutton card here. What do we call this design? What should be the name of this set? This should be fairly easy. For those of you unfamiliar with the set, don't go by the color featured in the design. It varied from team to team. And if you ask me, the color selection was abysmal. For starters, we have pink for the Dodgers. Also, there was: Yellow for the Braves...