So it's the day after Christmas and it's time for card collectors to show what kind of cards they were gifted. As you know, I am not related to Dimebox Nick's dad or Breakdown Gavin's in-laws. There's no card sugar daddy anywhere. Some of the loved ones try but the best they're going to do is venture into the neighborhood card aisle. That's what my wife did and since there has been virtually nothing baseball-wise in card aisles since June, I wound up with three fat packs of Topps Update. That's 108 cards of mindless pack-opening fun, which is basically all I expected because we all know there was nothing of substance issued in 2017 anyway. After opening the packs, I was staring at a stack of meaningless cards. Almost nothing worth noting. I did double my Aaron Judge card count, which means very little now that I can no longer sell these for the price of a house. This card was odd, just because of the title. Meat? Really? I pulled...
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