Night Owl Cards

There's a fine art to dumpster diving, ladies and gents. When you spot someone inexplicably tossing baseball cards into the garbage, you musn't lose your head. You must remain focused, poised to plunge headlong into that festering, steaming, 30-foot-long pile of gunk, and save only the best of the cards from an eternity in landfill hell. So there I was, swimming through two-week-old banana peels, grandma's forgotten egg salad, and old copies of Sisqo CDs, in an attempt to rescue some Dodgers cards. I swam past the Tigers and Braves, Red Sox and Twins. I did the backstroke past the Yankees and sneared at the Giants as I went by. Then, there, just past some lonely Nationals cards, I spotted my prize -- 370 Dodgers cards. I quickly scooped them up. Mission accomplished, even if I stunk like 1988 Donruss. Actually, I endured nothing of the sort to rescue my Dodgers. Mark of Stats on the Back never made good on his threat to toss out any cards (at least not that I know of). Inst...