Night Owl Cards

  All right, picking up after a work day that caused me to question life's existence, it's time to show off the second package that arrived from the National ... I think.   The note attached didn't mention any trip to the National, but I'm making a guess based on the timing, the card selection and the location of the sender. Or it may just be that he had these cards sitting around the home. I don't give reader Dave the "Dave sends great cards" moniker for nothing.   This selection of cards was across the board of my interests and then a few things thrown in that, yeah, I'm that kind of collector but I didn't really think of grabbing those.   Let's start with these:   I love seeing those all together, but almost all of my non-Dodger Fleer stickers sit in a where-do-these-go stack (yeah, I know, STICK THEM) on my card table.  I never have a clear idea of which Fleer stickers go with what, except for some early '80s ones and the wonderful ...

  I've run out of descriptors for the boxes Dave sends. Heck, even before you get to the contents, he sends it so it shows up on the porch just before The Storm Of A Generation hits. How? That's what happened last Thursday, before all the weather-fretting and "will we have power" concerns began -- like mere hours before that all began. But after the porch arrival, it was, "well, if the power goes out at least I have his big box of cards from Dave." Simply put, the box was flat-out impressive. Dodgers, yeah, there were Dodgers. Like '90s Dodgers Inserts Dodgers. Also included was that Mookie Betts Archives postcard insert that I instantly desired and then just as instantly received. Dave made sure that the desiring didn't turn into months of pining.     Heritage Dodgers. What's the highlight here? The Bellinger relic? The sparkly blue parallels that I didn't even know was a thing because I have a job and a family? Or how about that Kershaw fro...

  I made it through the entire All-Star Game as usual. It was fun, I enjoyed the play on the field very much. It's one of the few games of the entire season where you don't see relief pitchers who can't throw strikes. That in itself is worth staying until the end. I despised the uniforms and MLB groveling at Nike's feet. I really hated the in-game interviews, which are now a plague on the game. The players don't like them, Joe Buck doesn't like them (pretty obvious), it's uncomfortable to listen to and what tone-deaf idiot is insisting this continues?   In short, I liked the baseball, hated everything else.   I'm not nearly as demanding with my hobby. Sure, I like baseball above everything else. But I dabble in other sports and even nonsports (but don't you dare showcase your lame Fox TV show on my baseball broadcast). I even want terrible relievers who repeatedly blow leads in my baseball card collection under the excuse of having every player repre...