I was in the card aisle late last night -- yeah, I know, big surprise -- and found myself face-to-face with a blaster of 2016 Topps Chrome. Kenta Maeda was staring me down from the front of the box. I barely blinked and turned my attention to some Heritage High Numbers, selected my purchases and headed for the register. Poor Chrome, ditched again. I have chronicled my slow separation from Chrome over the years. What was once a shiny obsession back in 2008 and 2009 transformed into a occasional dalliance, then a guilty pleasure, then ... well, I don't know where we are now. But I think we're breaking up. All you have to do is look at how many times I've addressed Chrome over the years on this blog: 2008 Chrome: 9 times 2009: 14 2010: 17 2011: 8 2012: 5 2013: 7 2014: 5 2015: 3 2016: 3 That's a steady slope headed for divorce. So what are the reasons for that? Let's pretend Chrome and I are in counseling and the Chrome Counselor is trying to figu...
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