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Gag order

One of the most dangerous things you can do when communicating with a journalist is to tell him or her a piece of key information and then say they can't tell anyone what they've just been told. My first reaction in this scenario is to think: "Who do you think you're talking to?" Whoever spilled that piece of information should now be aware that the journalist is going to do everything in their power to make sure they tell everyone what they've just been told. And that brings me to a package I received from the preeminent Tim Wallach baseball card collector, Corey. In that package, he spilled some really juicy beans regarding his collection. And then said I can't tell anyone. I really would like to tell you. But, nope, I can't. So we'll just move onto the cards and I'll ignore that voice in the back of my brain with every fiber of my being. Here is some '90s parallel action. This is back when parallels were forme...

C.A., the review 3 (part 8)

Before I get into the final vote-off that leads into the semifinals in Cardboard Appreciation, the Review 3, I'd like to mention a few baseball/hobby-related goings-on that have happened to me in the last 24 hours. Because everyone's just got to know 'bout little ol' night owl, right? First of all, if you haven't heard about the untimely passing of George "Boomer" Scott, I hate to be the one to break it to you. He died on Sunday at age 69. I have written at least a couple of odes to Scott during the life of this blog. He is, after all, a member of the Bad-ass Club and the man who taught me the importance of the home run . He is at the very center of my first real introduction to the powers of baseball. During that late spring/early summer of 1977, Scott was part of a Red Sox home run bash that was the topic of the sports world. As I mentioned in that earlier post, Sports Illustrated put out a story on Boston's HR binge and it became one of...