Night Owl Cards

(It's the day of Game 3 of the NLCS and I am going to have to find a creative way to watch the game tonight since Fox has deemed it unworthy for basic cable. Or maybe I'll just monitor online. That's sometimes less agonizing anyway. Time for Cardboard Appreciation. This is the 275th in a series): For the first time, I believe, I am showing a card on Cardboard Appreciation that I don't own. I have had my eyes on this card for quite awhile but it's been out of stock on COMC the whole time I have been aware of it. I haven't bothered searching for the card anywhere else. That's just the way it is with these Yankee Stadium Legacy cards. If you find one that fits into your collection, you're still not all that enthused about it. Let me explain why: This card features the first game I ever attended in person. July 15, 1978. This is why I want this card. People collect ToppsNow cards because they represent a game that they attended. This is really the...

When I was in college, I worked various part-time food service gigs at the school. From greasy burgers and fries on Thursday nights to grilled hot dogs on summer afternoons to salads at lunch, I dished out a ton of grub. But the station where I made my mark was at the 10 a.m.-2 p.m. grill. There, we distributed bacon-and-egg sandwiches, grilled tuna and cheese, and other stamped-with-a-spatula fare. But my specialty was omelettes. I became pretty good at making them, an activity with which I reacquainted myself when I changed my diet a year ago. Suddenly, yet another skill I learned in college came in handy again, in the form of a feta cheese omelette (don't let the prevailing wisdom fool you, health-watchers. Eggs are good for you). When I started making eggs again, my college days at the grill started coming back to me, too. And then I remembered what the best part of grilling was back then. College girls like their eggs. I did such a decent job with eggs that I be...