I have been sifting through the mongo garage sale boxes I scored back on Memorial weekend. It's such a mish-mashed mess that I almost hate to go through it. Also, the dude must have kept them under his bed, because they are full of dust. Every time I sort through them, I get a runny nose. That can't be good.
Some time earlier this year I thought I would like to try hosting a group break. What could be hard about finding fans for each team, collecting money, buying boxes, ripping wax, posting the results, and sending out then cards? I was getting aced out by a certain roofer time and again for the Tigers in some breaks. Another blogger, Paul over at Crawford Cards was missing out on his Rays. I proposed a dual hosted break. I would get the Tigers, Paul would get the Rays. The first break happened. The second break happened. The third break happened. And then I quit. Yup. Quit. Left my breaking buddy high and dry. I feel shitty about it. He plows ahead without me. In fact, there are a few spots left in the current break if you want in. I had no idea the amount of time and effort involved in pulling one of these things off. The one and only one I did ended with someone pissed at their haul. Hosting breaks is not for me. Sorry Paul.
The All-Star Game should have ZERO bearing on the World Series. What a fucking stupid arrangement.
The Detroit Tigers need a catcher, and one gets traded to the Rangers. The Tigers need a shortstop, and one gets traded to the Braves. If DUMBrowski and Leyland think the roster in its current condition will lead to anything but a second or third place finish, they are both nuts.
The Allen & Ginter's Red Framed cards are awesome looking. When I get motivated, I may try to build that set. Just the baseball players though. Judson Lappley?! Fire swallowers, Frisbee dogs, lame American Idols, the prices for some of those cards is nuts. I like the Negro League cards.
There is a blaster of 09 Goudey at my local Meijer. It has been there forever, taunting me, beckoning me. The supplier has not slapped a discount sticker on it for some reason. When he does, I will pounce. I miss Upper Deck baseball.
I like watching Tiger Woods struggle to find his game. Stupid prick. Drugs, we forgive. Totally fucking up a marriage with two kids, that's going to be tough to forgive. I admire his game, but I have no respect for him.
Mel Gibson is a nut job.
I just ate a bowl of Frosted Mini Wheats. They might crack my top 3 all-time favorite cereals soon.