Night Owl Cards

If you've been following this blog since the beginning, you may have noticed a pattern through the years. On Night Owl Cards, the spring/summer is a happy time of baseball viewing and baseball card buying. The early fall is a time of fretting over my favorite team. The late fall is a time of being broke. And March is a time of having no time to do a damn thing. In other words, I repeat myself. A lot. So, while I'm in this endless time loop, I might as well do what the time loop says to do and tell you how far behind I am. I'm way behind in getting cards together for certain people. Nachos Grande, Cardboard Collections, All Your Base Cards Belong To Us, My Past Time ... I Love It, Mark's Ephemera, and several others, your cards are in assembly and whenever I get a chance to hit the store, I'll grab some packaging material. Then, another waiting period will commence until I can get to a post office. I'm way behind in figuring out if I have trade materia...

Most card collectors I know are "good eggs." Sure, there are rotten people in every line of work, but somehow collecting pictures of ballplayers -- especially baseball players -- draws folks that I consider "likable." They're my kind of people. This presents an interesting situation, because if you haven't noticed, there are a great deal of athletes who are definitely not good eggs. They are horrid, putrid eggs that emit a foul odor in every direction. Why we are collecting cards of these people I haven't a clue. Whenever I think about that, it gets disheartening. If there ever occurs a time when I stop collecting cards, it won't be because of card company shenanigans. It will be because I believe that there is not one professional player worth admiring, and consequently not worth collecting. Fortunately, that hasn't happened yet. The example that I'm getting at is Clayton Kershaw. There have been a few articles written lately about ...