Night Owl Cards

The bad part about writing an almost daily blog is that sometimes you beat a topic to death so relentlessly that not even the scavenger owl that I am can retrieve anything from its lifeless carcass. I believe I've done that for 2016 Topps, and for 2015 Topps as well. So when two people -- Steve of The Card Chop and Julie of A Cracked Bat -- each send cards that are overwhelmingly packed with the latest from the last two years, there's just no more words. All that's left are semi-pretty pictures (or in the case of 2016 Topps, downright homely pictures). I'll make this quick. Cards from The Card Chop: The McCutcheon Perspectives card is fantastic. I don't understand the complaints about the lettering. If it looks like a cheap mid-1990s graphic, just pretend it's retro. ... The Kershaw, on the other hand -- bleeeaah. I don't need to see my superstars in action that close. And the gold netting is just not getting the parallels done. ... Mea...

There is so much wrong with that post title. Why would a Braves fan be willing to get rid of Braves cards? And why would he be sending them to me -- someone who is not a Braves fan at all, in fact, often times, is a Braves-hater? Well, I'll try to make some sense out of it. The Braves fan is Steve of The Card Chop. He mentioned around the end of 2015 that he was refocusing his collecting goals. He was going to concentrate on completing some Topps sets, which is what helped him get into the hobby in the first place, and focus less on random Braves hoarding. Good for him. I can't get myself that disciplined. Apparently, that means ridding himself of a few Braves cards, what he called "non-essential Braves cards" in a note that came with the PWE (see, this is where my lack of discipline comes in: there is no non-essential Dodgers card). In fact, in full, the note said: "I am bequeathing to you a couple of non-essential Braves cards as I am altering my c...

Since we're " stealing " post titles now, I figured I'd steal one myself, but put a little bit of a twist on it. I grew up in a household where "hate" was considered a terribly strong word reserved for the most evil of entities, and the word "stupid" was banned altogether. I considered this "stupid" because the kids I knew were saying words far worse than "stupid," although I can see my mother's point all these years later. However, that hasn't stopped me. The word "stupid" has appeared on this blog in 288 posts. The word "hate" has appeared in 775 posts. I hate like hell that I've used the word "hate" that much, but I'd like to believe that the vast majority of hate references were in regard to my opinion of cards. Not that this makes sense to my mom or anyone who considers these things merely cardboard pictures of men, but "hate" seems to do an adequate job hig...

Attention! We've got a lot to cover today, so bring your bottled water, some comfortable socks and focus on what I have to say because I'm not saying it twice. Here we go: OMISSION I received some cards from my wife for Easter. Yes, Easter. How many times to do I have to tell you that I'm way behind? It was a rack pack of Heritage, which is very odd to see Heritage in rack pack form. She did very well with the pack selection, because out emerged two of the very latest Dodgers: Nobody's fooling me that those are actual Dodgers uniforms that they're wearing, but I won't complain because this is an antiquated hobby and the alternative is collecting virtual cards online, which I hate to break the spell here, is preventing you from obtaining real cards. Think about it. Gotta stay focused in this hobby. The rest of the Heritage cards were your usual, although one little bit of something stood out: Yikes. No, no, not Mesoraco himself. The sigh...