
But I live in a safe area. People look out for each other. Not in my neighborhood, I thought. Things are different here.
Then I received a package in the mail. There was something wrapped in plain, white paper. I opened it and looked at the top card:

Little did I realize that this was just the start. Yes, there is something worse -- much worse -- than a single Bowman Barry Bonds card.
Because one Bonds card is only a warning ...

I've been bipped! By Barry! Barry bipped me! The horror! I can feel my head growing already. I feel mean and whiny and self-centered. Joe Morgan is starting to defend me on the air. There's a guy in jail who is refusing to talk about me. I'm wearing a giant elbow protector and I DON'T KNOW WHY!
Actually, the perpetrator was Adam of Thoughts and Sox. I never expected that. I'd expect such nefarious activity from motherscratcher or beardy or even the captain (although I'm sure the bipping would be hockey-oriented in that case). But Adam? A Red Sox fan? A guy who met Preacher Roe? My world doesn't make sense anymore.
On the plus side, Adam sent me a bunch of cards that I completely didn't expect. I'll show those cards some other time. And he'll have some more Red Sox coming his way when I get a moment.
Meanwhile, he also sent these two fine cards:
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As for returning the bipping favor? Oh, yes. It is on. But someone else will have to get Adam back for me. I'll be bipping elsewhere.
Meanwhile, I've got a few extra Bonds cards. Anybody?
(Unrelated aside: mmayes is back!)
Comments
Brutal. Just brutal.
As far as who is safe...
Well I picked up 4 monster boxes from a case breaker and I got lots and I mean lots of doubles.
(okay one guy is safe because I know someone with a bunch of Sandy A Jr cards, that I don't really want)
I loved this part.