Night Owl Cards

I like to have a story to go with my kid-handled cards. But as the brain cells disappear, I'm finding that not every mutilated card I owned as a child can yield a story. Either I'm too old to remember, or there was just too much going on in that 11-year-old, mile-a-minute life to pin down exactly when Randy Jones grew a crease directly through his clavicle. My best guess is I sat on it. Accidentally, of course. I was probably horrified as I turned and removed it from my posterior. Randy was a back-to-back 20-game winner in 1977, you know. What a terrible fate. This card has haunted me for a long time. Thoroughly creased all-star. No story to go with it. Except that worst-case-Randy-meet-my-ass speculation. Because of The Crease, I haven't even been able to admire his free-flowing Afro or the Padres' mustard-and-chocolate uniform. It's really an iconic card. And then there are those who have asked "WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT CARD?" "I have no...

That's a big deal where I live. I know a lot of you have probably mowed your lawns 27 times already this year and your front yard is probably burned out or under water. But around here, between the snow and the cold and the wet and the wind, today was the first time I was able to figure out if my mower was still operational. It is. And I'm exhausted. Don't judge me. I'm not fat or even sluggish. It's just been seven months of cave-dwelling. After two hours in the "what is THAT ? Is that SUN? ," and pushing the grass-eater, my arms are still vibrating. I can barely type, let alone form a clever post. So let's see some cards I've received recently. Sit down in the freshly mowed grass (watch it, it's a little wet still) and take a look at what I've got here. This is an autographed card of the Padres' Chase Headley that I won from Zach of Autographed Cards . It came in a contest. Zach asked us to guess the next Padres player he wo...