Night Owl Cards

(Latin proverb: "Hay is more acceptable to an ass than gold." As a card-collector, I resemble that remark. It's time for Cardboard Appreciation. This is the 101st in a series): If you haven't noticed, the blogging world can be a very snarky place. Everyone and everything is the target of ridicule. And if you've never been on Twitter, then I'm here to tell you, it's a lot worse there. One of the Snarky Elite's favorite targets is the past. Thank goodness they didn't live then , right? They pull out a card from the '70s or '80s and poke fun at the player's facial hair or sideburns or style of dress. I'd like to say it's done with love, and sometimes it is. But other times I wonder. It's during those times when I think, "what will people 20 years from now pinpoint and ridicule?" What are we doing or wearing or how are we appearing  that will be considered the most pathetic, cheesy, dumb-ass behavior by people...

OK, I'll make this quick. We've all seen A&G blaster breaks, right? We're pretty sick of them, right? But I have a point. I do not live in a big city. I do not live near a big city. The closest hobby store to me is a three-hour round trip. Visits to eBay fill the gaps, but my allotted computer fun time is very limited. So for me, retail blasters are the way to go. They're relatively easy to find, you get the cards immediately, and I've changed my mind from a previous post : unless you're 10 cards or less away from completing a set, a blaster is always satisfying. So, what follows is what I got today. I'm only listing the cards I needed, because scanning, or even listing, duplicates, bores me like a walk through the Yarn Barn. For the sake of brevity, I will keep my comment about each card to one sentence. If I write more than one sentence, as my punishment, I will write something nice about the Cubs (gulp!). Here we go: No. 199, Daric Barton. I swear yo...