Night Owl Cards

Telling you this story means that I have to confess to violating the rules of my own post . But I'm running low on material right now. And confession is good for the blog. Or something like that. So here I go. First, I'm going to jump ahead and say, what the holy hell was Stadium Club thinking when they issued this card? Were they trying to kill me? Because they almost did. I should never have to see that much man hair up close, and especially , man hair with product in it. I don't care if it's only an image -- I almost drove into oncoming traffic! And there's the confession: yes, I was looking at cards while driving. I really, really, really try NOT to do this. You kids out there -- take a lesson from Uncle Night Owl. If you open card packages while driving, you're going to end up finding something freakishly frightening like this and have to explain to Nice Mr. Policeman why the front of your car is resting inside the Crispy Creme doughnut shop. I have no ex...