Thursday, February 21, 2019

Throwback Thursday - 02.21.2019

Every Thursday, I post a card showing a ballplayer wearing a throwback uniform from my collection. Hopefully, he will be wearing it well, with proper pants blousing. The picture may be from the front of the card, or the back. Enjoy the uniforms from years past.

Roy Halladay - 2013 Topps mini inserts - Philadelphia Phillies

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

What a run

For starters, a few commenters mentioned the images on my last post cannot be viewed. I snapped the pics from my phone and linked the images from my Google Photos account. Yeah - guess it's not working, so I downloaded the edited the post. If you wanna see the spoils, you should be able to now. But on to current business....

We have all heard the phrase "there's one in every group". It's extremely true here on the blogs as it is elsewhere in the world.

Or maybe a lot more here on the blogs
Many have sung the praise of the closing of JayBarkerFan/Area 40, run by the one and only Wes. This group of ours here in blog world is beyond generous. Wes' level of magnanimity is hard to follow. He has "bombed" a few of us (myself included), and I think we all recall the epic wars between Wes and Matt from Bob Walk The Plank. If you ever decide to come back to battle, Wes, I'm not sure who you could hit (cough cough) a cracked bat (cough cough cough)?

Wes is taking a leave, hopefully not permanently, and had his amazing blow out to close out his blog. I requested my White Sox and Blackhawks. So while there are other older packages I need to post, I hope you forgive me and move Wes to the front of the line.

Some serials and inserts. The Field of Visions has that DuFlex technology, I believe.

Minis, both numbered to /99. I don't have a lot of 205 minis, so never noticed they seem to be a bit smaller than current minis.

Relics. I still like the Sox vests and wish they didn't retire them.

My only Blackhawks hit was this auto of former captain Dirk Graham. A few failed prospects with the Broadway, Rogowski and Lopez, and a failed manager with Ventura. Still some great additions to the autograph binder. My big hit was this beauty...

Hard to scan a slabbed card, but you can easily make out what it is. A fantastic addition to the HOF autograph binder. I never thought I could have an autograph of this man in my possession, and here it is. Fun fact: did you know between 1949 and 1964 (16 years), only two teams not named the Yankees won the AL pennant? Both of those teams were coached by Al Lopez ('54 Indians and '59 White Sox).

Wes, thanks for the memories and thanks for the largesse of your heart. Don't be a stranger.

Saturday, February 16, 2019


Six months.

Take away my Christmas greeting, and it's been six months since I have spoken my mind and clicked the publish button. I lot has happened in those 180 days. Not amazing or discussion worthy, but situations none the less. And I have contemplated long about what to say of the recent past: how to phrase it, what to mention, what to avoid.

In the end, though, I'm just going to leave the time to myself. Activities, both positive and negative, took up my time. Emotions, equally positive and negative, affected my days and nights. I am 180 days older than the last post here; that is not up for dispute. But what is up for conversation is what happened and how it affected myself and my family. In the end, though, I am going to keep that to myself. I don't want to present it for discussion. I am not seeking support, shared joy, or words of affirmation. Instead, I am just going to move forward and find my place back into this wonderful group of people. I'm less worried about the blogsphere than anything else.

I have been trying to work through all the cardboard I have yet to give a proper, public thanks towards the sender. From DJ to Night Owl, HSCA, Scribbled Ink, Scott Crawford, Cracked Bat, Carboard Clubhouse, Penny Sleeves and even Wes' Area 40 blow out, I have much gratitude owed. And a few personal pickups that I can interject here and there. Let's not talk about all the cardboard I need to mail. So many of you I owe. You may not feel that, but it's where I am personally. In regard to this blog, and my collection, my failure to ship out is the highest level of embarrassment I have. I am grateful incoming mailing stopped a few months ago, partially for the fact that I am very unorganized, but mostly to avoid the reminder of my failure to others.

Things will change here. I will not say when, because I am famous for missed promises. But I am a man of my word, so in time what I say will become reality.

Anyway, where to start? My thought for this post is to show pickups I made at the White Sox garage sale. Sox hold it 3 times a year, and this is my 2nd trip. When I look at what I purchased with all money donated to charity, I can feel good scoring game used items at 10-15% original cost - retail wise anyway. Without further talking, let's have at it.

First off, for just two quarters each, is the Sox year book and a game program. You see the year book is $5, so a buck total for both is a deal. Would be nicer if I actually went to a game last year so I could score it, but I'll deal.

The running joke at home is how I tend to purchase dollar T shirts. It's a bit too true and I am always looking at the clearance racks for deals. But I did have to double the price for this one. Two bucks for a quality shirt with old school logos? No brainer.

For as long as the line was for the sale, I lucked out on this one. It was a giveaway for Raines making the HOF, and I have been watching a few on ebay for $10, hoping to have someone accept a lower offer. Got this for a buck. That is a low offer.

The first garage sale, I bought a game used ball, so I had to pick up another. As opposed to the first one, though, where I just grabbed a bagged ball, I stood with others and punched the authentication hologram into the MLB site to find a ball I can appreciate. I decided on this one, since I recently started an Adam Engel PC. Would have been nicer if it was a hit and not a foul, but I was getting tired typing on my phone. With luck, I can get it signed.

I have needed to replace my current Sox cap. It's fitted and the logo is too small. It's dirty and sweaty. I should have something nicer on my head. This was the only Sox cap that would fit on my head. However, I need to improve it.....

Looks SO much better without that damn New Era logo. About 30 minutes with a seam puller and you can't even tell it was ever there. The best part of the cap is under the brim....

If this cap was used in 2018, the wearer was either Jose Ruiz of Chris Volstad. Trying to determine whom it was has been a task. At first, considering the size of the cap, I was leaning towards Volstad, him being 6'8" and 235lbs to Ruiz at a teeny 6'1" and 190lbs. Yet, I found this image of Volstad, and that "4" written on his cap for Danny Farquhar does not match the "4" here. Also, a Google search of "Salmo 91" references Psalm 91 in Spanish. So I think it was Ruiz that owned this. And now it's my baby for a cost of a paper Lincoln.

My final pickup was a designated purchase. The last jersey I bought is just a little too small. I can wear it, but it is far more comfortable unbuttoned. It's an Anthony Reinzo jersey from 2014 per the laundry tag. This year I lucked out with the first jersey that met my needs as it fit perfectly.

It's a jersey from 2015 worn by Héctor Noesí. Curiously the number matches the size. But the key of the selection was the sleeve patches.

This would be a game used jersey after August 11th, which is the first game the pinstripes showed the Pierce memorial patch along with the one for Minoso. Glad this jersey has been bypassed is previous sales so I can have it in my collection.

So there you have it. The White Sox garage sale from December 2 of 2018. Pitchers and catchers have reported. Spring is just around the corner. And I'm about to hit publish. Amazing.

Tuesday, December 25, 2018

Happy Holidays

Whatever you celebrate, if you do, may it be a good time.

I will be posting soon, I swear.

Monday, August 27, 2018

Vacation surprise

So I am on vacation this week. It's the old "use them or lose them" type of vacation. No real plans. Maybe get to a ball game. Or a day trip or two. But I had a great surprise today when my second cousin, three times removed showed up on my doorstep today.

Anytime Kenny shows up, I give him a post on this blog. So have at it Kenny.


This blog has been far too boring, so let's spice it up with my Top Ten Most Painful DP Eliminations of the Day:

Starting at number 10 is Jeff Kent. But after his run-in at second base, he'll need to change his name to Jeff Kent Walk Anymore.

Number 9 is Ray Boone. You can already see the pained look on his face and he just came to realize the error of his ways before gravity takes over. It's been good knowing you, Ray.

Number 8 is Erick Aybar, doing the splits to avoid the hits, but soon his bits will be turned into grits.

At number 7 is Brent Gates, admiring his throw over to one while the runner turns him into number two.

At six is Rey Ordonez, flopping and high kicking his way into a trade to the New York Traction-politans.

Number 5 is Tony Womack who is divided into three separate players and making 6 outs on one play.

At number 4 is Billy Ripken, attempting to make the throw off balance, but only causing his spleen to explode. What a Fuck Face.

Number 3 is Frank Duffy, looking down at the death he has caused, only to see the light at the end of the tunnel racing towards him as he returns back to Earth.

Number 2 is Chris Getz, moments before his nards are torn from his body, ending the family line of Getz players in the MLB. Our condolences to The Getz Family. And Chris' nards.

And my most painful DP elimination of the day goes TO..........

David Eckstein, who is so eliminated he has transcended all time and space is now resides within a black hole, trapped for all eternity suspended in a netherworld between life and death, being and not being.

 Enjoy the rest of your week, and you know what we always say.

Saturday, August 25, 2018

Three PWE for me.

I started my vacation today. A week off. No plans at all besides doing some things around the house that need attention. Maybe the wife and I can get a night out. All depends on the pocket book. I've been trying to whittle down the stacks or cardboard on my desk. I'm hoping to get some mailers out this week cuz daaaaaaaaaaaamn - I need to mail some stuff. I'm better than this, I like to think. At the very least, I should strive to be better than this. It's important to have goals and stay on target.

Even if it's only two meters wide
Let me thank three people that sent small but amazing PWEs to me over the past few months. Starting with Matt over at Sport Card Collectors. Matt grabbed a stack from TTS (see comment about needing to mail stuff), and sent a small PWE my direction.

Lots of colored borders, from gold to purple to green and bi-color. I believe that is the first gold border from 2009. Was that foil comment about 56 years of collecting angled like that on all the cards, or did it just happen to be perfectly positioned under Bobby's plant foot? And a card of Quentin doing one of the three things he did: hitting a dinger. The other two were striking out and fighting with Greinke. Who hasn't wanted to punch Zack, though?

Next up is Dennis from Too Many Verlanders. One thing Dennis love to do is work on want lists. always sending me cards out of the blue that knock a few here and there. This mailer followed his standard MO.

I am still working on 2016 GQ base and inserts. SPs are a "get when the price is right" pickup. And another for the one and done Hometown Heroes set. Boxes of that stuff is SO cheap, with 3 hits in it. I really need to pick one up.

Lastly, CommishBob from Five Tool Collector. Not sure where he went for these, but sure glad he did.

Boom. Shacka. Lacka. Technically, box Fox's are in the player project, though that 1960 is a MAJOR upgrade to the current card in the binder. Both make the cut into the White Sox team sets for the respective year, knocking off a couple needs. And no, I am not building the '56 set. Mr. McMillan makes the double play binder with that sweet background image.

A big thanks to all three. I know I have stacks set aside for you all, somewhere on this desk. I need a search party.

Monday, August 13, 2018

What a distance a dollar makes

I need to get back to blogging. It's been a month since I have posted, and it's not like I don't have content. So as I groove back in, allow me this simple post about two recent eBay pickups. We'll start with the 2nd card first.

This is my 3rd or 4th Topps Now card. I have only ever bought one directly from Topps. Othewise, secondary market all the way. Every so often, I will search for White Sox Topps Now cards to see if I can snap one up at a cheap price. I guess Topps put out a set for the American and National league starters, so someone must have bought it and broke it up. But I couldn't pass this card up. I have no idea what the set cost, but selling it with a BIN of $1.99 with a buck shipping seems like a loss. And a loss for me if I didn't pick it up.

Now, for a dollar more, $0.99 winning bid and $3 shipping, I picked up a card for my Project 2005.

It's not a certified auto of Freddy Garcia, but all his certified cards tend to be Mariner cards. I have only seen a single card of Freddy with a certified autograph a Sox uniform. And the price of that was a joke. However, this auto looks authentic, and at the price it was listed, should it not be a real sig, the seller still made little money. This card took a while to arrive, though. Almost a month from Florida. I was about to message the seller about the card when I got a call from my daughter a couple weeks ago while I was Uber'ing.

"Dad, you have mail from Venezuela."


That is a DHL package, and the label tells me it came from Santa Eduvigs, Venezuela. And inside the mailer was a brown paper bag with my address on it, stating "United States" at the bottom. So it wasn't like a misrouted PWE that DHL took under their wing to correct. It appears this sale originated in South America and was shipped from same. At $3. If the seller of the Abreu made little money, this seller had to take a loss. But it does tick off another player for Project 2005. Sixteen to go.

I hope this video from some Venezuelan band is not too offensive. Though, titled "Black Panties", I'm taking a real chance.