Night Owl Cards

Happy Carlos May Day! I wanted to find this cartoon to acknowledge the always fun trivia question, "who wore his birthdate on his uniform?," but didn't have time to search all of my cards to find it. Tigers fan Don came to the rescue on Twitter and told me it was on the back of the 1977 Topps Al Bumbry card. Mystery solved. But it made me think that I would really like to catalog my cards by cartoon. Really. There are so many cool facts that I learned from reading cartoons on card backs during the '70s that I often want to find the fact but can't find the card. So, I might do that some day -- you know, when I have so much time on my hands that I'm spending the whole day rocking on the back porch. But today I have no time, so you're getting a bunch of random thoughts that I've had over the last few days just thrown together like so, because I can't form a properly structured post. Try to enjoy. When I scanned the Matt Kemp Bowman...

Unlike explaining why I hate the Yankees, explaining why I hate the Giants is not easy to do. It's a bit like hating Paris Hilton. She's harmless, she's all the way on the other side of the country, she does stupid, but ultimately meaningless things. She should be completely and totally avoidable. Yet I can't avoid her. She keeps showing up, forcing me to pay attention for even a millisecond. It really shouldn't cause me to dislike the woman. But it does. The Giants are a little bit that way. Imagine you're a kid in school. You're not the most popular guy. But you do pretty well for yourself. You have some friends. You get adequate grades. You try not to be a jerk. Most people seem to find you likable, or at least ignorable. You do your pleasant little thing and everything seems ducky. Then, out of nowhere, you hear that someone hates you. I mean, really, really hates you. And you can't figure out why. You haven't done anything at all to...