I don't like that I go to Walmart as often as I do. I'm not there every day, but I stop by probably every other week when you average it out. It's just a necessary evil when you live where I do. It's a small city, and it's far removed from anywhere else. So it's just a fact that if you want certain things, you're going to have to do the dirty deed and walk through those electronic doors. Besides, there are baseball cards there -- or at least there were baseball cards there until Aaron Judge mania hit. Ever since May or June, the Walmart closest to me has been devoid of baseball cards. Lots of football cards. Plenty of basketball cards. A whole bunch of those magic/funko/other junk taking up valuable shelf space meant for baseball cards. But no baseball cards. My trips to Walmart of late still always include a stop at the card aisle. But I don't really expect to see anything I want. Today, I needed to go there to get some Christmas lights. ...
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