Night Owl Cards

  Let's just stay with the out-of-season Christmas posts here. Why not? Nobody's celebrating late January. As many of you know, Rod of Padrographs is a great guy who opens up a bunch of current product around the holidays and then distributes a lot of it to his favorite bloggers. I'm one of those! Most of the cards he sent this time were Dodgers or Orioles. The Baltimores are for my nephew, but he's in college now, when card interest is way low, so they'll stay with me or maybe be sent to another Orioles collector. He also sent three unopened packs: All of these have since been opened. I'll show off the contents at the end of the post. But I need to get on with the Dodgers because, brother, did Rod boost my 2024 content in that area.   Here is where most of the Holiday team set came from -- before I opened that Holiday dome in the previous post. One of the cards is a silver glitter parallel for Yamamoto. Rod took care of just about all of my Stadium Club team n...

I have not made a trip to the card aisle in a month and a half. I could have stretched that hiatus to two months, maybe even three, but you know the weird things that Mother's Day makes people do (last year I went to a restaurant that didn't interest me in the least and ate boring food because Mother's Day). I went to Target today because that's where I knew I could find a certain Mother's Day gift and, why not, let's see what the Bowman situation is while I'm there. I didn't expect to find any Bowman. I don't really care about buying it. But if someone is putting a $75,000 bounty on a card found in Bowman, then, yeah, I'll buy a pack. But the Target aisle didn't show any sign of ever displaying Bowman. It was the usual uninteresting assortment of Topps flagship, Opening Day, a few Gypsy Queen packs, lots and lots of Panini Donruss, $20 repacks and abundant football and basketball. I made special note of the team set display: ...

First, if you have an aversion to reading to the end of posts, or clicking on links, or reading labels, then you probably missed my mention in the last post that I have officially created a '71 Topps blog. Again, it's not starting until sometime next month, and I've still got work to do on it, but you can check it out if you're into it. OK, now for a little newspaper story. Our newspaper is owned by a family that goes way, way back. A few years ago, that family acquired some smaller newspapers that are also in our coverage area. Once fierce rivals, we are all now fellow employees. You can imagine how awkward that is. And there isn't a week that goes by in which that awkwardness doesn't pop up and sing, "HELLO!" But mostly it's more confusing than awkward. Trying to coordinate several people from several different newspapers that are hours away is not easy. One of the many, many small things that must be considered is which newspaper gets ...

I've heard a lot of talk. And Dave Stewart's name has been mentioned quite often. But no one has come up with a definitive answer. I think we need to have an answer. Who was/is the absolute scariest-looking player in baseball? Comments welcome. Supporting arguments recommended. A long post containing nonsensical yet vaguely-entertaining conjecture and speculation will follow at a time of my choosing. Good day.