Night Owl Cards

Today, I'm planning to head into work for a full day for the first time since Wednesday. We'll see how that goes. I'm still coughing like a nine-pack-a-day puffer and unless my co-workers consider that comforting background music, things could be bumpy. Also, I haven't exactly been in touch with the normal rhythms and customs of life for the last week and have done a variety of things to almost get myself and others killed, including: driving at night through a snowstorm for a mile without headlights, leaving the stove burners on while making chicken soup, sailing through a stop sign, and other things I'm sure my wife will tell me about when she's sure I'm my old self again and can be sufficiently embarrassed. Staying home and lying on the couch when you're sick isn't only to get you healthy and keep others from catching your illness. You're also there because sick people lose the direction manual to life's little rituals. Fortunatel...

I have noticed a recent resurgence in interest on the topic of a specific ballplayer hairstyle from the '70s. Discussion of the Afro never really goes away. Wherever there are fans of the greatest decade of baseball ever played, the Afro will eventually come up in conversation. How can it not? It was so apparent . I applaud discussions of Afro-wearing ballplayers. There needs to be more of them as far as I am concerned. So I am glad that Wrigley Wax brought up Jose Cardenal's huge stack of hair. And I am glad that The Phillies Room furthered the discussion. Cardenal really may have had the second-biggest Afro of the 1970s. I haven't done a scientific study or anything, but all you have to do is look at his cards to come to that conclusion. It was bigger than Bake McBride's. Bigger than Garry Maddox's. But, the biggest Afro, as everyone knows, belonged to this player, whose locks are forever immortalized: Sorry, Anthony , it's the only one of these I own....