Since the Dodgers lost the World Series, I've received a handful of "pity packages" from thoughtful individuals. OK, I guess "care packages" sounds better. That's why they're called "care packages." Nobody wants your pity. But cards? Yeah, I'll take the cards. Recently I received one of my favorite kinds of card packages. Not only was it sent to help me get over "the Dodger blues," but also as thanks for writing the blog. This always warms my feathers, because even though I must write regardless of whether anyone's reading, it's still nice to know it's not just me yammering into the electric void. Jeff from Ohio sent a whole mess of Dodgers, many of which I had already because you have to stay up pretty late in the evening to sneak a Dodger card past me. But the best part of packages like this is the cards I unearth amid the 2008 Upper Deck and 1989 Score that slide right into my collection and make me so ha...
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