Night Owl Cards

  My blog has taken a little bit of a hit due to various life events of late. It's nothing bad. It's just busy. Vacations have played a part. Beckett magazine articles have played a part. I just sent off my second article in two weeks to them and I'm 10 minutes away from filing a bunch of images to them, too. Hopefully with the mag writing completed for now, I can put the focus on the blog. But there is more family visiting ahead that will likely scrap tomorrow's posting. And I've got like two or three work meetings coming up. Plus there are TCDB trades I need to jump on -- in three cases, my fellow traders have already sent envelopes and I haven't even packaged stuff yet! So, know that the posts appearing less often is not part of a new, mellow posting schedule (though that does sound nice). It's just stoopid life.   There are also the usual trade packages to get to, so let's get to one of those.   I received another package from Sportscards From The D

No time yesterday, no time today. You people with your five-day weekends. I have about as much time today as the kid who cut out this 1961 Post Wally Moon card. It looks like he started out fairly well up at the top, and then he got called to dinner, or Gunsmoke was starting, and sharp corners were the first thing to go. This card came from Max . I've already dedicated two posts to cards he sent. So I might as well dump the rest of the cards here and give some other card package a chance for once. Here are the rest of the goodies: 1994 Sportflics Raul Mondesi. Why do I bother scanning sportflics cards? 2004 Fleer Ultra Gold Medallion Brad Penny. I think "baseball player" was about 13th on Brad Penny's list of top career choices. 2004 Topps Chrome Eric Gagne. Someone asked me at work what I have against Jonathan Broxton. That gave me an excuse to launch into the glory of Eric Gagne and Takashi Saito. He was sorry he asked. 2012 Topps '8

For the past week, I have had the overwhelming feeling of being held hostage, by my job, the weather and emergency home repairs. I haven't even been able to go to the store to complete simple errands because the above three elements have been barring the door. When I do get a free moment to actually emerge into the outdoors and breath the fresh air, it's all very rushed. Because, you know, I MUST get back to work to do whatever completely pointless task a superior has dreamed up for me. They call it "busy work" for a reason. It's another onset of "hurry up and wait." Or more accurately: "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt and HURRYUP!!!!!" During one of those hurry-up moments this afternoon, I broke free and landed in Target. Consumed by an intoxicating feeling of being able to do WHATEVER I WANT, I ran among the retirees and Canadian shoppers (they're everywhere these day