So, after a couple of weeks of dangling this card out on the line in hopes that someone with a Clayton Kershaw autographed card might bite, I was beginning to doubt whether anyone would come through.But then it happened. Lightning struck. Twice. Yesterday someone offered me a Kershaw auto card for the Carl Crawford Exquisite crazy high-end card. And when I came home from work tonight, I pulled the trigger on the deal. The Crawford card was his.
The next thing I did after completing the trade was start wandering through the blogs. One of the first ones I read involved a fascinating little tribute to Herb "Briefcase" Simpson. I read all the way to the end, because Troll makes me want to read the whole cotton-pickin' thing.
And then, there it was: a photo of a Clayton Kershaw autographed card. And the last sentence of the post said: "Mr. Night Owl, this is for you ..."
WH-WH-WHAAAAAAATTT!!!
Oh, no. I just ... just ... finished signing off on a deal to send the Crawford card in exchange for a different Kershaw card. And, dammit, I don't have TWO CRAWFORD EXQUISITE CARDS. I only have one.
Oh, this is a fine mess I've gotten myself into.
I guess I should be like Donald Trump or someone and play the offers off against each other. But I'm not like that. In fact, I feel bad about the whole thing. Sorry, Mr. Troll. I hope you hang onto that Kershaw. I'll find something really nice to send you. Someday. I swear.
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