Look at that picture.
Doesn't that look like the dumbest thing you've ever seen?
Not only is it ridiculous that people are actually playing baseball -- everyone knows that nobody plays baseball anymore -- but look at all those fans! Why on earth are they congregating so closely? And those fellows lined up neatly on the field! Not one of them looks like they're six feet apart.
But the most ridiculous, ludicrous, preposterous, nonsensical aspect of this card -- and no, it's not that American Idol finalist singing the National Anthem on the video screens -- is that the weather is sunny and beautiful and the perfect conditions for playing games outside.
Nobody is playing games outside -- or doing anything really -- around here.
It snowed last night. I don't mean a few flurries. I mean cover-your-lawn-and-your-lawn-furniture-apparently-put-out-way-too-soon snow. Figure-out-where-the-heck-the-snowbrush-went snow. This is what we get on May 8th.
I saw the forecast a few days ahead of time. But that call for "wet snow" in my area on Friday night I automatically pegged for the county north of here (yes, there is actually a county in this state that is even farther north than my county). Surprise! My county got it and so did a lot of New York State.
Folks in places like Wisconsin make noise about their insane cold weather, but just about anything that state gets winds up appearing here in the next day or so. We're basically on the same cycle. Wisconsin is not that special when it comes to woe-is-me-weather.
No, for freakish conditions, I usually think of Minnesota. I remember as a kid looking regularly at the weather maps in the newspaper and checking out the highest temperature and lowest temperature in the land each day. Minnesota came up with the lowest most of the time. Just stupid temperatures, like 40 below.
That's where I figured out where International Falls was, and how I'd never want to live there.
But, come on, if it's snowing enough to blanket the yard -- A DAY AFTER I MOWED -- on May 8, I should pack up and go to Minnesota. Apparently we're not any different.
Two card bloggers who happen to live in Minnesota each sent me PWEs recently. I'm going to assume that both Jim of cards as I see them and Brian of Highly Subjective and Completely Arbitrary reside in places in the state with much more reasonable weather. There can be only one Crazy Cold Owl around here.
Jim sent a couple of Dodgers parallels that I needed. These are always appreciated.
Not as appreciated as this card, though, which was the star of the envelope. That damn, infernal 1992 Bowman team set will be mine by the end of the year. I have to complete it! I just have to!
Jim added a 1985 Fleer Update need and Steve Kemp does not look happy about his new residence. Come on, Steve, you're not in Minnesota anymore.
Many thanks, Jim. Hope you're staying warm.
Brian's cards focused more on the Dodgers and more on recent submissions like Panini Classics. Who remembers this weirdness?
I had no idea I was missing a basic Kershaw card from 2017. But my binder confirmed it for me. I don't know why I don't trust my want lists -- well, yes, I actually do know why I don't trust my want lists, because I know who creates my want lists. That guy should be fired.
More current Opening Day Dodgers from this year. The Corey Seager gives everyone an idea of what his Series 2 card will look like, if we ever get to Series 2. Maybe it will be a Series 2/Update mash up this year. That would be weird enough to buy.
It just wouldn't be an icy envelope from Minnesota without a hockey card, right?
This is something I requested in Brian's Free Card Friday series. I'm usually late to grab any of his cards in these, but every once in awhile I find something that nobody cares about -- such as a 1991-92 Pro Set card of former Rangers standout Rod Gilbert.
Brian also sent me the bizarre There's No Way That Happened Opening Day card that started this post. But I think with the weather around here, we should be playing hockey and that's it.
Oh, that's right, we can't play hockey either.
OK, I guess I'll just stay inside and shiver and think about the days when it was 60 degrees in May with blossoms on the trees and baseball on the TV.
Night, night termites.