One of the curses/blessings about being a Dodger fan is that part of its history is considered what I would call collecting eminent domain. You can be a Twins fan, a Diamondbacks fan, whatever, and still be interested in collecting Dodger cards -- as long as they're Brooklyn Dodger cards.
Personally, I don't get that. If I hate a team, I hate it for all of its history. I hate the Yankees from Jack Chesbro to Nick Swisher. They don't get time off for pleasant behavior in the '60s because Elston Howard played for them for a period. I dislike them from start to finish.
But I constantly run into collectors who spit on current Dodger blue, but still collect Robinson or Reese or Koufax. I'm trying to embrace that and be happy that my team has some of the most collectible players in the game, as I still desperately try to get the same cards that others are also acquiring.
Such is the case with Alfredo of My Past Time ... I Love it! He has recently announced a decision to collect Brooklyn Dodgers. Ouch. With the enthusiasm he puts into collecting, he'll have more Brooklyn cards in his possession by next month than I will in 25 years.
But this is not a race, is it?
That's something I have to keep reminding myself -- in a lot of areas of life.
The Wicked One recently sent me some cards, that actually included the Brooklyn Dodger you see at the top of the post. It's one of those MVP subset cards from the 1961 Topps set. I like it a lot. I like it so much that I gave up a very nice 1968 item for Wicked's set-collecting needs. But I need my Brooklyn Dodgers. And I'm going to say the same thing Wicked did:
If you have any Brooklyn Dodger cards you want to get rid of -- think about your Night Owl. He wants those Trolley Dodgers, too. He really, really wants them.
Anyway, want to see some more cool cards from Wicked?
You bet you do:
Isn't that great and strange at the same time? This is from the period when Pacific was throwing everything on cardboard and hoping it would stick, or at least halt their plunge into irrelevance. That is real, live netting on the right side of the card. And, yes, they did call it "Net-Fusions." Once I stop cringing, I'll try to figure out what the hell that means.
Two more Hideo Nomo cards for the collection. (oh, and three other guys that are best ignored). Alfredo certainly knows player collecting, and he always looks out for his fellow traders' favorite players. He is the best at doing that.
More of those nifty orange refractors that I've been hearing some not-so-kind things about lately. I don't care if Topps retailed the hell out of them. I still like them and am happy that they're accessible. Nothing wrong with being accessible. Better than not returning phone calls, which is what those gold refractors do.
Heh, the background for this photo must have been taken in the fourth inning at Dodger Stadium. ... Hey, hey, I CAN say that because I'm a Dodger fan. You fans of other teams just focus on your own team's faults.
Apparently, Beltre is headed back to the American League West. Too bad he won't return to the Dodgers, so I can justify the 150-plus cards I have of him.
Documentary! This set is fun when I prevent my brain from it's natural tendency to value accuracy in ... well, just about everything. My personal favorite is the Andruw Jones card that features a 9-0 loss to the Padres. The back praises Chan Ho Park's 2 2/3 innings of mop-up duty. No mention of Jones though ... whoops! There's my brain get all accurate-like again!
Every set has to have a parallel, I guess. This was Documentary's lame attempt.
And that's my lame ending to this post.
I'll leave you with this plea ...
Wicked, homie, please ... save me your Brooklyn dupes.