Night Owl Cards

I do not drink as much beer as I once did. I would never call myself a beer connoisseur -- talk of making your own beer, the breweries you've discovered, or other esoteric ruminations about hops and barley bore me completely -- but I enjoy a good brew. Today, though, I can mostly confine beer-imbibing to one of two categories. 1) It's summertime and I'm off. 2) I'm exhausted and the world has decided "night owl is the enemy." Today it's in the high 70s, rather humid, and I've got a busy workload tonight. None of this really falls into category 1) or 2), but for some reason -- perhaps the nine zillion beer commercials that I've watched during all of my baseball viewing has finally gotten to me -- I can't stop thinking about a beverage. In short, I need a beer. Here's the problem. There's no beer in the house. And with the budget cutbacks continuing for another week, I can't be buying any without there being ... um ... r...

Last weekend I was out of town, in an attempt to erase the travesties of the previous week from my brain. I was successful. And that's because a box filled with 6,000 cards can cure just about any suburban woe on the planet. Remember that box of cards my brother-in-law found for me at the flea market? Well, it contained six smaller boxes, the majority of which were 1,000-count trading card boxes, packed full. I brought home with me between 6,000-7,000 cards. I am not going to to reveal the price he paid until the end of the post, for that is the most interesting part of the box. Also, there will be a short-and-sweet contest at the end of this post, so pay attention. OK, now I know what you're thinking after hearing I received up to 7,000 cards from a flea market. You're thinking, "how's that 1991 Donruss set coming?" And I am replying with "very well, thank you. How nice of you to ask. I may be close to completing the whole thing." Ye...