Night Owl Cards

I'm afraid this is going to be another "the card shop let me down" post. I don't like doing this. But the name of  the game with this blog is "night owl's journey through collecting," in which I literally let the cards fall where they may. Besides, it's not a scathing indictment. More of a "woe is me" write-up than anything else. Anyway, I think I've made it known that I go out of my way to give card shops a shot. They barely exist where I live, but there I am, going the extra mile. In fact, just last month I walked into my town's card shop with which I basically had cut ties. One more chance, I said to myself. I was shocked when I arrived there. The overpriced boxes were gone. The individual Yankee hits for sale were gone. All that was left (besides the clothing and memorabilia that bore me to tears), were some opened boxes holding 2012 packs, behind the shelf. "What do you have?" I said with a confused look on...