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Showing posts from August, 2012

Stay tuned to this station

Portions of the day's programming are reproduced by means of electrical transcriptions or tape recordings (Intro by Jean Knight ) You could hear the music on the AM radio! The VCR and the DVD There wasn't none of that crap back in 1970 We didn't know about a World Wide Web It was a whole different game being played back when I was a kid Wanna get down in a cool way Picture yourself on a beautiful day Big bell bottoms and groovy long hair Just walkin' in style with a portable CD player ... No ... You would listen to the music on the AM radio AM radio AM radio You could hear the music on the AM radio AM radio AM radio Flashback, '72 Another summer in the neighborhood Hangin' out with nothing to do Sometimes we'd go drivin' around In my sister's Pinto Cruisin' with the windows rolled down We'd listen to the radio station We were too damn poor to buy the eight track tapes There wasn't any good ti

They can put a man on the moon, but they can't put the right face on a baseball card

The player in the photo on this card is not Jay Johnstone, no matter what Fleer says. I think that has been established in several blog posts. It's also been established with reasonable certainty who it actually is. But I'm going to go through it again -- with pictures -- for those who missed it. Or for those who just like pictures. First off, here's a card of Jay Johnstone. How Fleer could confuse someone who looked like "Moon Man" up top with someone who looked like Johnstone is absolutely baffling. There are also cards of "Moon Man" featuring sticker autographs that have Johnstone's signature, right there affixed to the card! That is just embarrassing for everyone who has ever made a card, owned a card, laid eyes on a card, played baseball, signed an autograph or went to the moon. Anyway ... When the "Moon Man" card -- which was provided to me by Cardboard Catastrophes -- first hit the blogs, the guesses were all over th

Popular topics: Playing for the enemy

I cannot look at this Luis Tiant card -- or any Luis Tiant card -- and not think about his Yankee Franks commercial. It's a much loved, much awkward commercial of Tiant hawking propaganda hot dogs for his new team, the New York Yankees. Plenty of people remember it, yet finding it online is impossible. But just to give you an idea what it was like, here's another Tiant commercial pitch man atrocity: And you think commercials are bad on TV now? Anyway, the point is I'm looking at a Red Sox card and thinking about the Yankees. It was very strange back in 1979 to see Tiant, who was known and loved as a quirky, yet effective Red Sox pitcher, spinning and pivoting on the mound for the Yankees. In a house full of Red Sox fans and Yankee haters, we were disgusted with Looooie. But the scene would play out again and again with other players going from the Red Sox to the Yankees ... or the Yankees to the Red Sox. And each time, it would be a shock to the system. Se

What the devil did I do?

I "borrowed" a little cash over the weekend to get some cards. This almost never happens. I faithfully save my pennies and budget my expenditures so that I have just the right amount of cash for cards. But I have a weakness when it comes to Chrome. It's difficult to explain. I never complete a Chrome set, I don't even find it all that appealing after a few weeks. But yet, when it arrives, I've GOT TO HAVE IT unlike any kind of card product I know. I don't act like this around anything else. Well ... I said any THING else. But, yes, I've made the Chrome-female of the species connection a number of times before, and it's a good way to describe my behavior in both instances. So, as you may have surmised, I have already purchased way too much chrome with borrowed money and I feel lousy about it. I really hate that my first post on this year's Chrome is negative, since the first sniff of Chrome is supposed to be like the first pitt