The Dark Side of Obsessing Over Cards
A rant about low level fraud in the world of collecting Refractors. I swear it’s not a manifesto.
A rant about low level fraud in the world of collecting Refractors. I swear it’s not a manifesto.
Baseball cards of the sport’s least controversial figure can sure generate a lot of arguments. Maybe that’s why you can never find someone willing to trade away this card.
I had nothing to write about Senators’ pitcher Don Johnson. Then I listened to a recorded interview he gave, and now I can’t decide if I am writing about a pawned World Series ring, sleeping in a teepee, Sugar Ray Robinson’s pink Cadillac, Fidel Castro, or surviving taking a bullet.
Happy Halloween! What a perfect time to explore a guy whose nickname makes him sound like a serial killer laying in wait on the Pacific Coast Highway.
I carry a wallet card and am dead tired. Saul Rogovin was also exhaustedly carrying a wallet card when he wasn’t pitching for the Chicago White Sox.
Barney McCoskey looks a lot like Ray Kroc on the front of his 1952 Topps baseball card. Reading the stats on the back, I can’t help but think he bears a closer resemblance to a certain current ballplayer.
What do you need hand over to convince a catcher batting .805 to join your team?
I drove seven hours into West Virginia for the express purpose of killing a man who had famously escaped death. Somehow, it ends up perfectly matching up with my ’52 Topps Gene Bearden baseball card.