Night Owl Cards

It's a shame the Expos aren't around anymore. I was their good luck charm. Here's what I mean: The Expos were the easiest way for my newspaper to get in touch with a major league player. Trying to contact a player over the phone is impossible unless you have some connection to the family or an agent. So when we wanted to talk to a major leaguer, we journeyed to Montreal, the closest big league town to our hole in the wall. Personally, I went to three Expos games for work. None of them were because I wanted to talk to any of the Expos. It was always the other team that drew my interest. And I was there for games the Expos played against the Astros, Cardinals and Dodgers. In each case, the Expos won the game. So you can say I was good luck for the Expos ... or bad luck for the team I was interviewing. How did they let me in the locker room anyway? Here are the results of each game: Montreal Expos vs. Houston Astros Date: July 7, 1990 Score: Expos 3, Astr...

Like I mentioned yesterday, we held a garage sale this weekend. We did quite well. I wasn't expecting that. I'm never expecting that. I look at our puny display of junk and, every single time, say "nobody is going to buy any of this." And every time I'm proven wrong by the insanity of others. So stuff I expected to take to the landfill ended up producing some much-needed cash. Books sold. Can you believe that? I thought no one read anymore. Books sold like crazy. Clothes sold. Kiddie toys sold (I expected that one). But one of the items that sat forlornly on the lawn for the entire sale was a shoebox of baseball cards. Nobody wanted them. These weren't special cards at all. I saw a few guys look over at them like they thought they might score a 1958 Willie Mays, only to realize they were cards from the last 25-30 years. But that's why they were in the garage sale. These weren't cards I could sell online, and I'm not a Craiglist idiot. I knew...