Night Owl Cards

I kind of lost it at work yesterday. I was in the middle of meltdown -- you know how when you have a project at work, a really important project with lots of planning, coordinating and logistics, and you finally have it all down and are ready to go and then the other people who are helping with the project, the ones who have to do the bare minimum of their daily jobs to help out, completely screw up and not only completely screw up but lie to you about it, and then when you go to call them on their lie, they've already left the office, because 5 p.m. is quittin' time because they apparently live in Fred Flintstone world, and then when you try to call them they don't answer, and why the hell am I working so hard and they're not getting fired? -- because we were less than a day away from deadline and couldn't even start on what needed to get done. So I'm panicked and angry and barely able to speak, when this guy who I'm on friendly terms with ambles up fr...

My card collecting never takes a holiday. But if I had to pick a month to put it on the shelf, it would be August every year. Collecting cards takes cash and August is a giant moth-eaten wallet. There's always a point in the month when I can no longer execute the most basic parts of the hobby. Pack purchases dwindle to nothing, online window shopping becomes excruciating, and the post office workers wonder if my dog finally killed me. Probably until the month is out, I won't be able to send out any packages. That always makes me feel bad, so I must produce a guilt-ridden list here on this blog of the people that I have cards for: $30 A Week Habit (oh if I had only) Base Set Calling 2 by 3 Heroes Dime Boxes All Tribe Baseball All Trade Bait All The Time Baseball Cards Come To Life! The Angels, In Order Starting Nine Add to that a couple people who don't have blogs and the four or five additional people who have signed up to receive some of my extra Dodger...

I am not the most positive person in the world. Even when the Dodgers make seemingly intelligent decisions like they did today -- scrapping Scrappy McScrapperson, Ryan Theriot, after only a couple of months to land a much needed middle reliever -- I expect it to come with a catch. Instead of being relentlessly upbeat, I am relentlessly examining the fine print. So even though I haven't been as happy to see a former Giant come over to the good side since Brett Butler changed his evil ways, I'm certain the bad news will come in the form of a pudgy strikeout machine that is now the Dodgers' starting second baseman. Sure, Uribe can come through in the clutch -- he's demonstrated that against the Dodgers -- but there is a whole lot of padding his un-base percentage in between. But that's me being negative again. I'm trying to cure that character flaw. It's hard to do so when being negative actually produces positive results. In fact, very recently, I won a...