Night Owl Cards

Like or not, someday you will be 40. Living in your 40s isn't as bad as younger folks think. As much as I thought, back when I was a teenager, how ancient I would be when I reached 40 many millenniums into the future, you spend a lot of time in your 40s marveling over how young you still are. Unfortunately, you spend the other portion moping over how old you are. The reminders are everywhere. It's not only your own body -- which keeps breaking down in ever surprising new ways and requires constant attention the likes of which you had never dreamed -- but it's everything around you. From the TV shows, to the advertisements, to the clothes to the gadgets to the activities to the music to the attitudes and opinions on every issue available, all of it shouts: YOU'RE NOT YOUNG ANYMORE. It's almost hurtful. But us folks in our 40s have a way of coping with this. It's called nostalgia. Boy do I ever get nostalgic. Half the time this blog is an ode to eve...

Behold. This is the greatest night card of the 1990s. Yes, I know I could shoot down that statement with my very own collection in no more than five minutes. But why spoil the fun? Look at that card and tell me it's not the greatest thing you've ever seen. I generously received this fantastic Omar Vizquel item from T.J., the Junior Junkie . (I didn't know yesterday was " show your cards from Junior Junkie day ." Late again). What I love about this card, other than the always terrific electrified light against a blanket of black, is the customary Collector's Choice way of submitting a fairly bizarre photo without comment. There is no explanation for this picture on the card back. What? You don't lean against your yellow Porsche 911 with a couple of golden glove trophies in the middle of the night, too? You've got to get out more. The best I can tell, from my usual "I have no time for this" internet researching, is that Vizquel...