some of you may have noticed a little less posting on my behalf lately. Okay, a lot less. Many reasons for that. Real life can tend to get in the way sometimes. Boredom. Burnout. Other distractions. Shiny things. And by the way, that game you see advertised everywhere in the banner ads? Evony? DO NOT click on those banners. That game is damn addictive. Alarmingly so.
Anyways.
It's september now. Time to get the yard ready for winter. The leaves are changing colours. The smell of Gint-A-Cuffs is in the air.
Actually, A&G is one of the reasons I haven't been posting as much. I was so looking forward to this year's version. Gint-A-Cuffs came along and I jumped at the chance to compete with other bloggers. Now, located where I am, I ended up getting my two boxes a lot later than most everyone else. The blogs were filled with the sights and sounds of Ginter madness.
A lot happened in the hobby between then and now. Not really for the better either. I guess baseball cards soiled on me a little. Too much business, too much bs counterfeits, too much greed from athletes, manufacturers, retailers. Just too much.
You couldn't escape Ginter if you tried. It was everywhere. When I received my boxes I eagerly tore open the first box. And had already seen every card in there. No surprises.
I then slowly opened my second box. I could not believe the amount of duplicates in that second box. I was pissed. But then after sorting the two boxes together, I realized that I did not have that many duplicates at all..... I had just already seen all of the cards already.
Now, I'm not blaming Gint-A-Cuffs at all. It was a great idea, and I almost won. 333 to Beardy's 347. Close, but no cigar. Not that I smoke anyways.
I dreaded sitting down at the computer because I knew I had to scan in all of the Ginter. It was like an albatross around my neck. So I just didn't scan anything. Now the contest is over. And I don't have to scan everything, and I'm glad I didn't win. Congrats to whomever is crowned Gint-A-Cuffs champion. Well done.
Now, about that box that scored 333. It had four hits in it, don't ya know? That's right. Four. But here's the kicker. The fourth hit may be why I didn't beat Beardy's score. Confused? You won't be after the next episode of...... sorry, mind wandered a bit.
Let's take a look at that pack, shall we?
First card outta the pack
CC Sabathia - Yankee -1 pt
Johnny Damon - Yankee -1 pt
Chien-Ming Wang - Yankee -1 pt AWW C'MON!!!!!
Carl Crawford - Rays no points
HIT!!!
CC Sabathia Jersey - Yankee - 8 pts/2 = 4 pts Motherfu*%$#!
Brian McCann mini!!!!!! Woot! 4pts
Carlos Zambrano National Pride. = Lame.
A pack with a hit and I only get 5 pts. Now the thing is, and here's where it gets tricky, is that I got the EXACT SAME PACK in my other, lower scoring box. (244 pts for the record)
EXCEPT, I got a Tim Lincecum jersey instead of fat ole Captain Cheeseburger. For those of you scoring at home, a Lincecum is worth 40 pts!!! Instead of the 4 pts, that would be an additional 36 pts to 333, for a total of 369!!! I woulda won! If only the packs had been reversed. *sigh*
I still can't believe I got the EXACT SAME PACK in two boxes though.
So anyways, enough rambling, it's not my style. My posts are usually picture heavy. And thanks for all of you who sent caring emails saying it was okay to stop posting, as long as there were pics of cheerleaders every few days.
Your kindness will not go unrewarded.
Look for a post later today (I hope) on where I will go from here.....
