Night Owl Cards

First, because people might have missed it because I haven't been in the habit of posting on this blog overnight lately, I am hoarding Steve Garvey cards . I apparently have a thing about fallen heroes. I look at my first year of blogging with the same nostalgic haze usually reserved for bad '70s music and '80s neon. It was a fascinating time full of new cards, new collecting partners and newly discovered blogs. Not only was I finding already established blogs, but new ones seemed to appear every week. The blogging giddiness has disappeared over the years for me and, it appears, for others. Lots of blogs established during 2008 and 2009 aren't around anymore, or are stuck on some distant date in the past, frozen in time. Every once in awhile, though, a blog reappears and I love it when that happens. A few weeks ago, I received an email from someone who was blogging during that first year I was, who had returned to blogging. The blog -- Project Phillies -- ha...

It's true. I now consider base cards as more valuable, more desired than relic cards. It's quite possible that I've felt that way for some time. But now that I have announced my decision to no longer seek out relic cards, I am now realizing that I don't care about them at all. It's to the point where I instinctively look at them as inferior. I wouldn't say I put them on the same plain as an unnumbered checklist. But they're falling in that direction. So, what do I do when someone sends me relic cards out of the goodness of their heart? Well, of course, I spit on them, scream curse words so the neighbors can hear, and vow vengeance to the grave. Heh. I'm kidding. Julie from Funner Here sent a very complimentary note and a pair of relic cards to me recently. I have the Sheffield bat relic already (I used to have two of them -- which makes me think I should have kept it, so I'd have three now and be well on my way to reconstructing ...

Look at that fog looming in the background. Did Topps get the Rays out at 6 a.m. to take photos? Anyway, as you know there's still a wild-card race going on in the American League East. The Rays are trying to catch the morbidly inept Red Sox. I know there are a lot of fans snickering over the Red Sox's demise. And there are a lot of Red Sox fans covering their eyes. I'm doing neither. The sole reason I am paying attention to this thing, outside of the "general interest in baseball" reason, is that I need to know: which team has the best chance of eliminating the Yankees in the postseason? This is all I care about. Which team is going to take care of that problem of watching Teixeira, Martin, Swisher, A-Rod, Gardner, Posada, Burnett, Pajama Hamburger, gag, vomit, retch, puke, barf, spew, heave ... bleah. ... Excuse me for a second. .... ... OK, I'm back. Sorry. Automatic reaction. Anyway, which team is going to take care of that problem of ...

It'd be interesting to be one of those people who knows what's going on at all times. They know which movies are at what theaters, when to buy and when to sell, which restaurant is the latest and greatest, and, oh, yes, go them, the best apps for their smart phone. But that will never happen, because, one, I never plan to buy a smart phone unless it's required by law, and two, my life is just too filled with STUFF to stay on top of what you should do . So, I will be perpetually behind. Yesterday, I attempted to get some card packages together and realized, oops, I don't have the right kind of envelopes, and, oops again, I've run out of labels. Then a sea monster came along and ate the rest of my day. So now I'm hoping, but not really planning, to grab some packaging supplies today so I can actually DO something tomorrow. Then, last night, I tried to get a post together. But I started to feel icky and tired and that submarine sandwich I ate wasn't coop...

I've been out of town the last few days and finally return Saturday afternoon. For the first time since I began the blog, I wrote regularly scheduled posts for the days that I was gone. It worked relatively well. I'm not crazy about writing in advance when I don't know what's going to happen. It tends to make some of the posts a little stale. While I was gone, I tried to stay updated on all of your blogs via my cell, which is quite the frustrating experience at times. I don't know how you regulars do it. But then my battery died and I completely missed anything that happened Friday. Edwin Jackson's eight-walk no-hitter was news to me until about 2 p.m. Saturday. I didn't know about Carlos Zambrano's meltdown until about an hour after that. But the oldest bit of news that I knew nothing of until Saturday was the 11-hour match victory by American John Isner at Wimbledon. How on earth did no one mention that on their blog? ELEVEN HOURS! Perhaps I missed ...

I'm not talking about cards, my addicted friend. I'm talking about beautiful, glorious storage space! Yep, I plunked down five bucks to free up gobs and gobs of gigabytes fortified with image-uploading power. I can now upload every single bip card from every last one of everyone's bippings and STILL have acres of space left over. I am loving life. Well, blog life anyway. Work life remains a cesspool of suck. But to celebrate my ability to feature as many images as I like once again, I am going to do what you would naturally expect me to do: show a whole bunch of cards that I got! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I will keep the commentary short as this is a post celebrating pretty pictures. These cards come from three separate people -- all very generous folks. So have a gander without the guilt that you might have felt thinking that the next image I posted would be my last. First up is madding from Cards on Cards . I may have received more packages from him than any other ...