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Tag Archives: lemme see them pasteboards there son
In The Cards For Spring 2013
Disclaimer: The following contains questionable opinions, terrible Batman impersonations, and a Matt Wieters (pronounced ‘wee-terz’) – sized hole in the lineup. Went to the ballgame last Saturday; had to get there early. The Golden Boy, for some reason, wanted to … Continue reading
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Disappointing Trading Cards
My daughter and I spent the day together. I asked her where she wanted to go after dance this morning, and she said “The museum with the PEZ dispensers.” Meaning the Geppi Entertainment Museum. The highlight (for my daughter) was … Continue reading
The Hills Are Alive
I’d post more often, but mercy day I’m tired. The only people that check out the Hive of the Hee-Hawg are weirdos who are brought here by search engines and, I’m guessing, want to learn more about Rick Camp, whose … Continue reading
Portraits of the Dead Ball Era: Seven Steers In Tibet
“When the chimes end, Colonel, try and shoot me. Just try.” Well, I guess clothes do make the man. Dick Davis looks less like Dick Doofus in his funny Pittsburgh Pirates hat than he does in his Milwaukee Brewers hat. … Continue reading
Portraits of the Dead Ball Era: Memo From Human Resources, Use Your Six Days With Care
The 1981 Donruss cards. A standard of hideousness. The colors are off; and they’re often blurry. It’s possible the problem was just the use of printer’s inks that were unsuitable for the card stock they were printed on. It’s also … Continue reading
Portraits of the Modern Dead-Ball Era: Five Fingers of Ball Death
Sooo, the Golden Boy has inherited another card collection; this time, from my brother-in-law. There’s a little bit of overlap between our collections; mine spans mainly 1981-1983, and his spans mostly 1983-1986. Three years is about as much baseball as … Continue reading
Portraits of the Dead Ball Era, Chapter IV: A New Hope
In the dying weeks of winter in 1981, I’d gotten a Dynamite magazine with baseball cards inserted in it. They were actual Topps 1980 baseball cards, except that they were still on the same sheet. The perforations separating them were … Continue reading
Portraits of the Dead Ball Era, Chapter III: Third Burglars
Polish Power: “I’m 23, I hit for power, I’ve got plenty of room in my shirt, and I’m as Polish as a screen door on a submarine.” “Yeah, we don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.” “Extra innings, god … Continue reading
Portaits of the Dead Ball Era, Part II: The Deadening
The Doris Duke Tobacco Glob Gallery Spittoon’s over there, fella. Don Sutton’s got some salt-and-pepper in his ‘fro. And something angry flaring up on his lip… Don Stanhouse never worries about flared-up cold sores on Baseball Card Picture Day. ASSSELSTINEASSELSTINEASSELSTINEASSELSTINEASSELSTINEASSELSTINEASSELSTINEASSELSTINEASSELSTINEASSELSTINEASSELSTINEASSELSTINE…Okay, … Continue reading
Portraits of the Dead-Ball Era
If you were to ask me, the Seventies didn’t really die until 1984. I make this statement based on my Hanukkah and birthday gifts of recent years, the big Bloom County omnibuses chronicling the years 1980-84. A scan thru the … Continue reading
