I've encountered a variety of Christmas trading card gift adventures over the years of this blog. From an autograph pulled from a Bowman retail pack (sister-in-law), to a mess of autographed cards of various despicable past San Francisco Giants (wife), to a selection of glossy photos of stars that may or may not have been signed by the players featured (parents), to a tampered-with repack (sister-in-law again), it's been one story after another of loving swings ... and, to be honest, misses. One family member, though, has never gone big in her yuletide attempts to add to my collection. If my daughter has gotten me cards, it's always been straight from what you can find in the retail aisle. She has never collected baseball cards, but she buys cards just like her dad. My daughter is now away at college and she doesn't have a lot of time or money. But she insists on Christmas shopping. I supplied a list of gift wants, as I always do. I usually include some kin
Up all hours talking baseball, cardboard & collecting