Wednesday, July 31, 2013

There's no such thing as Poor Old Warren Spahn.

I'm sure most of you have read Poor Old Baseball Cards. It's a blog that gives love to older cards that may have been cast aside by others for aesthetic reasons.
I do not understand how anyone could not love and appreciate older cards..... but there are some out there that insist on collecting cards from the 50's that are razor sharp and encased in plastic.
I don't get it... but to each their own. That's what makes this hobby great.
Me? I need to feel the cardboard. Some of you right now are nodding... you know what I mean.
Going back a little bit, Anthony at Poor Old Baseball Cards decided to give some of his treasures away. Standard fare around the blogging world... all of us do it at some point. But a name caught my eye.
Warren Spahn.
Giving away Warren Spahn? So I read further. Yep. Anthony was giving away a 1958 Topps All Star Warren Spahn card.
Sweet Mamma Jamma.
What do I have to do?
And to be honest, I have no idea what I had to do.... I left a comment about being willing to give up a kidney for that card.... and *BAM* it's in my mailbox a couple of weeks later.
Okay, so it's corners aren't razor sharp anymore. It has a wee crease. And someone added a couple of pen marks.


I am awestruck at it's beauty.

And it fits nicely on the same page as my '58 Eddie Matthews All Star. Now to fill the space between them with some guy named Hank.

Monday, July 22, 2013

my latest three way...

as most of you may know, I dabble in the ttm autograph world. I've been fairly successful, despite the U.S.P.S's attempt to send all of their children through college via my postage needs.
one of the people who is known for his generous signing habits, is baseball legend, Dale Murphy.
Being a lifelong Braves fan, I have written to him several times for an autograph. I've sent photos, cards, a ball once... all to no avail. While Mr Murphy signs anything that isn't nailed down for EVERYONE else on the planet, he avoids, nay, shuns my requests.
Although that restraining order looks great framed on my wall..... it's his auto I want.
Enter in a plain white envelope I received in the mail awhile back. It had familiar writing on it, and the name of the sender was familiar. You know him, the master of the lack of capitalization, gcrl.
Now gcrl lives in Minnesota. How a Dodger fan ended up in Minnesota is a story best left for him to tell, but he's there nonetheless.
However, the return address / postmark was from Salt Lake City, Utah.
I know gcrl isn't a travelling vacuum salesman.... and it's doubtful he took some cards along with him on vacation just to mail them away like postcards.... so wtf?
Curious, I open said PWE.
Out pops this.....

Now.... Mr Murphy DOES live in Salt Lake City.... So what we have here, is a good blogger friend writing to Dale Murphy, and asking him to take pity on me and send me an auto.

And that's just what he did.

If only everything in life was this simple.

Thanks Jim.... and Dale.

Monday, July 8, 2013

My fellow Canadians...

a sad day indeed... we can't even afford to keep our free agent broadcasters anymore....

have fun guys... you better learn quick what a Nascar is, and what a basketball is... some of them Yanks expect to talk about that stuff.