(Not a lot sports-wise can take me away from baseball during the summertime, but there is one exception. No, sorry World Cup fans, it's Wimbledon, and it starts tomorrow. Summer is here! Time for Cardboard Appreciation. This is the 371st in a series): Those of you with favorite teams, do you ever play this game? Do you think about what era that you were not part of -- either because you weren't born yet or were not aware of baseball -- that you wish you could have experienced for your team? I am fortunate that I have lived long enough to have experienced most of the 1970s Dodgers glory days and their 1980s standout seasons. Thank goodness I'm not in my late 30s and can go back only to the '90s or '00s -- those were not fun Dodger times. But I do wish I was around to witness two particular moments. The first is Sandy Koufax in his heyday, say, 1963-66. That would have been fun. The second is 1955 -- "next year" for Dodgers fans. I would have loved to ...
One of the many running sub-themes of this blog is how unobservant I am, and how concerned I am about it. I scold myself over and over for not noticing things on cards, whether it was painted hats when I was a kid collecting in the 1970s or widely broadcast errors on current cards over the last 20 years. When I do notice a small detail I'm almost triumphant because finally my brain wasn't on auto-pilot. I get concerned about this "flaw" because my real-life, salaried job is about noticing things. I'm supposed to be an expert on this. I am scouring whatever I can to get sports stories in the newspaper, whether it's locally or nationally. I've become pretty good at it -- well, actually I've been pretty good at it for a few decades now. So my theory is that I spend so much time on "noticing" in my work life that maybe subconsciously my brain doesn't want to notice so much when it comes to my hobby. That's what I tell myself anyw...