Night Owl Cards

I may be an adult who collects trading cards but I don't like my trading cards to remind me I'm an adult.   Here's how:   Most of the cards I value, almost all my favorite sets and all my favorite players, come from three decades -- the 1960s, 1970s and 1980s. These are the cards that produce the greatest memories when I look through them in my collection.   But looking for memories after that gets a little dangerous. The 1990s is full of adult concerns, worries and incidents ... and all that angry music. I can say the same for the 2000s, 2010s and 2020s. Best just look at the cards and be done with it, don't start dredging up memories, you're not gonna like it.   So when I looked for cards that interested me in the latest Diamond Jesters' Time Travel Trading post, I instinctively picked cards from the '60s, '70s and '80s. I didn't even realize I was doing it. They were just naturally the ones that appealed to me.   '60s     First up, a 1961...

Ladies and gentlemen, Dick Woodson! He looks like he wants to have some fun. Also, I think his name might explain why I have such difficulty tracking down his card to complete sets. Anyway, I'm still trying to finalize the contest results here. As always, everything takes longer to finish than I expect. I hope to have the whole thing up at some point Monday. That's only a day later than originally promised. That's not too bad! So, to tide you over until then, I'm presenting some cards sent my way from Drew's Cards . Drew lives in one of those magical parts of the country where there is a card show every month; there is something called "the East Coast National; and he has a father who is always tracking down great cards for him. I live in one of those less-magical parts of the country where there is a card show every four months depending on how many feet of snow is on the ground; where "the East Coast National" is just far enough away that I...

I received two packages in the mail the other day. Both were similar in one special, super-fantastic way. But at the start, I regarded each with suspicion. I've never been a suspicious person. I always give people the benefit of the doubt, and I've been known to give someone a second or third chance. But all of that has changed ever since the evil genius from Wisconsin road into town. Now, I'm living in a world of  human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together, and mass hysteria . I need an exorcism on my mailbox. The first package arrived from Brian of 30-Year-Old Cardboard . I opened it with the precision of an explosives expert. What came out was an envelope with a handwritten message. I have really come to loathe hand-written messages. This is what it said: Well, if that isn't a prelude to a bipping, I don't know what is. I opened the envelope and was greeted by another envelope. It said this: Great. Creative packaging designed to produce an a...

First, a public service message about the contest. If you haven't tuned in within the last 24 hours, you'll want to know that I'm giving away free baseball cards. (Free baseball cards! Is there any better word combination than that?) You may scoff at '93 Upper Deck, but I'm quite fond of this edition, and I'm giving away 15 packs worth (that's 225 cards, baby) of Series Two. They're straight from the hobby box. Not a pack searcher in sight (but, sadly, no relics either). Here's your chance to win rookie cards of Midre Cummings, Matt Walbeck and Tony Tarasco! Or, put another way, here's your chance to win Derek Jeter's rookie card. Or cards of Barry Bonds and Greg Maddux. All you have to do is answer the two-part question in the previous post. It's fun, it's festive, and it's free cards! Just leave your guess in the comment section in the previous post. If you don't have an email address readily available in your profile, the...