Night Owl Cards

Wilton Guerrero is expressing the way I feel today. I'm really beginning to question whether I have the time to write a once-a-day blog anymore. June used to be a carefree month. Outside of July, the absolute best. But now, it's overloaded with projects and obligations and work on my days off. I have a notebook of blog ideas, and it taunts me even more than ever. There is no way I can formulate one of those ideas into a post. There is one thing that makes me continue to keep up the facade. People are still sending me cards. As long as they send them, I'll keep posting them. Whether it's in a format that's readable, well, I make no guarantees anymore. So, here are some cards from Max of Starting Nine . I think they're pretty cool. Maybe you will, too Max sent several of these '96 Pinnacle Aficianado Dodgers cards. I've called this set one of the most grotesque of all-time. Fortunately, I need to show only one of them here as I had all th...

OK, I've delayed what I was going to write about so Fuji can hijack my blog again. But this is an idea  that I should have come up with myself, so I deserve to have my schedule shaken up a little. Fuji, channeling dayf , asks "what is the ugliest set you've ever seen?" Excellent. If there's one thing I know about, it is ugly. I am forever coming across wardrobe choices, pet preferences, automobile selections and, dare I say it, people that others think look perfectly fine. In fact, sometimes they say, "that is beautiful ." And I stand and stare in disbelief. "No it ain't, child," I say to myself. "That ugly." And so it is with baseball card sets (yep, strictly baseball here). Some folks have some strange ideas of what looks good on a rectangular piece of cardboard. And I was able to come up with 15 ugly-ass sets. (that's right, 15. You think I was going to give you only one? This is a full-service blog here). A...

About three years ago, I embarked on my first blog trades. Those were fun times. I think I spent all my free time sitting on the front step waiting for the mailman while I sang "Take Me Out to the Ballgame." If you go back and look at those first trade posts -- and I'm sure some of them are so sickeningly upbeat that you'll want to throw your laptop in the garbage, incinerate the trash can and truck the ashes to the Yucatan Peninsula -- you'll see me positively flip out over cards like 1992 Fleer and 1989 Upper Deck. I needed a lot of Dodgers back then. An incredible, staggering amount. I was probably very, very easy to deal with as a collector. "This dude needs some '91 Fleer Dodgers? Well, isn't that darling? I've got 3,000 of them around here somewhere ..." But three years and hundreds of trades later, I don't need that many Dodgers. Well, let me rephrase that. I still need a lot of Dodgers. I just don't need as many. Wa...