Night Owl Cards

Quite some time ago now, I received a card package from My Cardboard Mistress . In it, along with the usual things that I like, were some space cards from a set that I never knew existed. The above card was the coolest of the bunch, but not because I know anything about space travel or rocketry or formulas or random number/letter combinations. It's because of the orange smoke and giant machines, stupid. I know that Adam has some sort of high-tech job that involves sciencey stuff that is way beyond me. I've come to terms with things that are way beyond me, and unlike a lot of people who I come across in life and particularly online, I have no problems admitting that certain things are way beyond me. I'm human. I don't know everything. It's no big deal. In fact, there are things about people in general, right on this planet, that I don't understand and probably never will. It's all beyond me, here on earth. So let's explore that while I show some ...

Here is the other half of the card package from My Cardboard Mistress . Contrary to the impression that I apparently gave in the last post, I really do appreciate the cards that I received. I just have a difficult time pretending I like Yankees, Giants and Diamondbacks cards. I'm not going to fake it. I'm sure you understand. But the other half of the package didn't have any of that awfulness in it. It was all Dodgers. Some of it was odd -- like the foursome of Kershaw Triple Play stickers you see here. Actually, most of it was odd. But that's because Mr. Spankee paid attention to my interest in oddball cards real well. I'll show the regular-type cards first though. Here they are: Yup. A whole three of them. And I'm willing to even consider the Valdes card odd, given the headaches he gave me (love the Nomo card, by the way). The rest of the package was downright odd. An oddball Leaf Fernando card. Someone is finally taking my quest...

I have decided that I would make a terrible coach. I already knew that I would make a lousy teacher. Knew that a long time ago. I neither have the ability nor the patience. But even with the added benefit of teaching a topic I love -- sports -- coaching doesn't interest me. The worst part for me would be cutting players, or telling them that they have to sit the bench, and then watching them ... sit . I have some small inkling of the way that would feel every time I update my Allen & Ginter mini frankenset binder. There are cards I "cut" from the binder all the time, and it's very difficult to let some of them go. Recently, Adam from My Cardboard Mistress sent me a bunch of A&G minis along with some other cards that I'll show later. I couldn't wait to see which ones made the binder, and I full expected to engage in a little cardboard mourning for the ones who would hear "we're going to have to let you go." What I didn't ...