Night Owl Cards

  This post is going to meander a bit, but it's been a long time since a comment on my blog affected me like this.   I can't remember the last time someone had a meltdown in the comments about something I wrote -- maybe that MLB scout that one time when I dared to say I didn't want cards of scouts? -- but it doesn't happen very often.   In a single comment I was called "old," a "whiner" (twice!), a "complainer" and "childish." I don't know why someone can't just simply stop reading. It's the first time that someone actually announced that they were going to stop reading my blog.   I've gotten the "you complain too much" complaint before (it's interesting when people complain about complainers, which is what I'm doing here, too). I usually dismiss it. More often, when I go off on a rant, I then receive comments about how amused they are about it, and that it's when I'm at my best, and that ...

(After completing 15 days of work with only a single day off mixed in, it is time to appreciate two straight days of sweet, wonderful, glorious, blissful sleep. ... Ah, sleep. How I've missed you. But first, Cardboard Appreciation. This is the 57th in a series): It doesn't matter what card blog you read, sooner or later you are going to come across a post in which someone comments on a player's facial hair. It's a rite of passage for bloggers everywhere. But once that rite is over, some just can't seem stop. And I am one of those who can't find the brake pedal. If someone has crazy facial hair, I must comment. And I must do it more than once. It's funny because, back then -- 1981 to be exact -- we didn't waste a thought on hair like this. Mutton chops? So what? You could bump into a guy with mutton chops on every corner in 1981. OK, maybe not. But they did show up plenty on baseball cards. Sadly, those days are over. And when I see this card, I b...