Night Owl Cards

You should have known this was coming. There is no way I am ever going to get anything done on this blog if I don't get rid of this unbearable guilt. When my scanner stopped talking, the mailbox was still functioning and I literally ran out of room on my card desk as cardboard began overflowing onto the floor. I started getting dirty looks and only through begging, pleading and bargaining (that scanner is one shrewd negotiator) was I able to get the scanner conversing again and just in time. But the cards remain. Stacks upon stacks. Only through sheer night owl brain power am I able to not mix them up. But I'm pushing my luck. Two consecutive days without mail (I think the postman has gone AWOL) will not lead to a third. I must show you all of the accumulated cards RIGHT NOW. Yes, right now. Now I can't control what you're going to do after receiving this news. The cards are good, so if you choose to leave, you'll miss out on some fascination and some ...

I absolutely love my card desk. I've loved it from the moment it arrived . It's useful, it's functional and it keeps the peace. It never lets me down and is always faithful. But, I regret to inform you that outside forces are bringing it down. It's not performing its duties as well as it once did. I'm starting to lose things and I get this feeling that certain people are looking at it in that "will you please pull the roll-top thingy DOWN so we don't have to see all that clutter?" The problem is that the roll-top thingy won't come down because of all the clutter. Now there are a few suspects to blame for my desk's sudden inefficiency, but the real source of this problem is basically a good thing: baseball is back. The return of baseball means a lot of things: going to games, watching games on TV, following your favorite players, snagging autographs, great weather, great food, all that stuff. But it also can mean stupid stuff like ...

I received these 1992 gold parallel Dodgers from Johngy of Johngy's Beat the other day. Every time I get one these early '90s gold cards, it strikes me how elite they were back then ... and how cheesy they look now. Personally, I never liked them. Not even in 1992. But I certainly did appreciate how coveted they were at the time, and when I pulled one, it was about as close as I had come to being Charlie when he pulled the golden ticket. It's for that reason that I'm still trying to complete the gold parallel Dodger sets from this time period -- in homage to the folks who thought these were the most fantastic cards ever, and ... oh, hell, that's not really the reason. It's because I'm an irrational completist. Gold foil is the No. 2 thing that I wish Topps would scrap, behind whatever card stock it has been using for cards the last 20 years. I will never give these '92 and '93 foil-stamped cards a pass for what they spawned all these yea...