(After completing 15 days of work with only a single day off mixed in, it is time to appreciate two straight days of sweet, wonderful, glorious, blissful sleep. ... Ah, sleep. How I've missed you. But first, Cardboard Appreciation. This is the 57th in a series):
It's a rite of passage for bloggers everywhere. But once that rite is over, some just can't seem stop. And I am one of those who can't find the brake pedal. If someone has crazy facial hair, I must comment. And I must do it more than once.
It's funny because, back then -- 1981 to be exact -- we didn't waste a thought on hair like this. Mutton chops? So what? You could bump into a guy with mutton chops on every corner in 1981. OK, maybe not. But they did show up plenty on baseball cards.
Sadly, those days are over. And when I see this card, I break out in a wide smile as I remember the Golden Era of Grooming. What an awesome photo. And the photo angle just adds to it. Somehow, Topps made a mediocre pitcher for a lousy team look regal and comical all at the same time.
Kind of like this:
All right, Isaiah Mustafa doesn't have mutton chops. But when you look at the card now, don't you wonder if Juan is on a horse, too? He could be.
Ladies, don't write-off the crazy facial hair. Juan just might have two tickets to that thing you love.