Friday, March 27, 2015

A Junkie I am not.

I you read Junior Junkie's blog (and you damn well should - the past couple years I have voted it the best one out there [yes Night Owl - suck it]), you would have seen he just made an epic mail day at the post office to the tune of $180 bucks.

Cuz it wasn't a fish.
Well, I did my best to duplicate the man, but only got 13 items to my postman ringing up under $35 bucks. However, if you live in any of these zip codes, you should be getting a manila visitor next week.

35750 (so nice to type THAT one!)

Those packages are some trade returns and the last of the Tis the Season dupe dump. I still have some packages for next week that will finish Tis the Season with the folks that selected a hit, and some other pre raffle want list pulls. I just meed to pad out the envelopes and get the going.

Now, in no means am I done with shipping. I can think of a couple people I owe cards, plus a couple I need to drop cards on. This is just a mess. Maybe I'll give up the whole card collecting thing and collect something easier, like dryer lint.

Anyway - one scan from a PWE I received from P-town Tom at Waitin' Til Next Year

Old, old and old. I really wanted to like Classics, but it's a brutal set without the logos. Brutal had to be the keyword for those awesome Milwaukee Bears throwbacks. I am sure the originals where a hundred times hotter in their wool-ness. Lastly is a "miscut" Sievers. I am going to need some pages to work on the Post cards. There is something simple and sweet about them, no matter who had the scissors. Thanks Tom!

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Throwback Thursday - 03.26.2015

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. I'll try not to duplicate a uniform. The picture may be from the front of the card, or the back. Enjoy the uniforms from years past.

Kyle Lohse - 2014 Topps Opening Day - Milwaukee Brewers

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Welcome to the crazy ward

I'm maybe middle aged when it comes to the blog world. I guess I just got out of my awkward teens years, finished a couple years at community college and getting my credits transferred to a state college. There are many more out there that have been around longer then me. The blog world is great, and if you have been on the fence to start one, just do it. Do a blog for you - not for anyone else. Have it be your little world with what you want to say. In time, readers will come and they will comment.

I love hitting up the Sports Card Blogroll maintained by JBAnama. There is always good reads to find through all the sites listed. There are some old timers that are missing, and would love to see them write again. But for the ones we lose, we pick up some newbies.

I'm fearful of people who are intellectually smarter than me so I lash out to cover my insecurities. Also, I desperately seek validation from my father but his failure to be an active part of my life causes me to reach out in anger at people I find inferior to myself.
Brian from Highly Subjective and Completely Arbitrary  has jumped into the blog world with both feet. And if we can have GCRL, Brian will for know be known as HSCA in my book. Brian recently ran a lower end box break of some older products, and the by in price was perfect - cards. Pick and team and send Brian Twins and other cards from his needs list. Brain - my "payment" goes out this weekned. I want to see what my LCS has in the way of Twin hits. I did pretty well in getting a lot of cardboard where the Sox box was lacking.

Ripped was '96 Pinnacle, '99 Fleer Ultra, '02 Topps Gallery, '02 Fleer Greats and '03 Stadium Club. Here's a small smattering of the ChiSox pulled. I did quite well in the Ultra, landing the Thomas insert and a Durham gold. Nice Tatooine of Magglio.

Two of these for the Konkero binder were pulled from the break. Man, Stadium Club had the photos. I need to complete some of those older SC sets. The yellow foil Brian added into the cards he shipped. Even better cards came my way from Brian.

A gold Garland 817/999, a Lee relic 77/150 and a sweet bronze Chrome 196/599. Man, I did not expect these three, and they are most appreciated. But then Brian went and did it. Finally some one stalked me around the comments threads enough and made my dream come true.

OH YEAH!!!! Mantle rookie, baby. You all can suck it! And look at the quality of that thing. I bet I could submit this and get like a 9 out of it. I just never realized how thin the card stock is of '52 Topps. It's almost like this is a reprint put on modern paper that was prin...... oh man. This is a reprint, isn't it? Brian - thanks for the cards, but I think I'm going to go and cry for a while.

Monday, March 23, 2015

Catching up.

Been a little MIA since St Patty's Day, but I'm trying to get back on track. Been a busy 6 days or so. My wife was scheduled for an out patient surgery on Friday. It was time to change the battery on her DBS again, and instead of going a couple suburbs over, we needed to go downtown for the procedure. We are going to try a rechargeable battery so we can get about 9 years between replacements instead of 12-18 months.

Had to get things taken care of Wednesday and Thursday - clean house, clean sheets, you know the drill. Well, the washer decided to take a crap Wednesday night. So that's where everything started to go downhill. Ok - maybe downhill is a real negative statement. Let's just say that the weekend continued to be a struggle after that.

Friday came surgery day. We check in at 9:30am. They had moved up the surgery time from noon. Well, we are in pre-op about 10:30......and we wait. And wait. And wait. Finally, about 12:30, we start getting the doctors in charge coming by to say she is going in soon. The previous scheduled surgery went long. Kath gets in about 1. At about 2:30, I can go back to the post op to see her. When I walk in, the first thing she says is "I have to go back in". I figure it's the sedative talking so blow it off and just help her out as needed. Then the nurse comes in and tells me Kath is right. They were getting resistance in the current from the battery and need to open up the incision and see what's wrong. So back the the waiting room, and back into surgery. Come 3:45 or so, she is back out. Doc said they think there was some moisture on the leads causing the issue. It's resolved and the battery is functioning properly. We finally leave the hospital at 4:45 - 7+ hours for a procedure that took a little over an hour last time. And we head home in rush hour traffic.

Ok - get home, drop off the prescriptions and Kath hits the sack. I crash pretty early too. Got a big day tomorrow. Since payday isn't for another week, and I spent a lot of the last paycheck on bills and other issues, there is little money for a washer. When my mom passed, we left the washer and dryer in her house. I figured I would go back and grab it (yes - it would be breaking and entering, but tough crap). So Saturday, we head for my mom's house. As we walked to the back, I looked in a window and noticed it was very clean. Like super duper clean. Sure enough, they had cleaned the place about a month prior, according to a sheet I could read on the kitchen counter through a window. The appliances were still there, but they are more than likely inventoried. No way I am going to take them, even if they should be mine. I was still able to sneak in the house once more and took a look around. It was nice to see it as it was when my mom and I moved in there in Dec of '88 (I think). With the struggles she was having emotionally, the house was borderline hoarder, so it looked nice all empty. I'm sure she was pissed, though.

So heading back to hit the laundromat. We stop to visit my wife's mom, and she kindly offers to buy a washer. Pay her back next week. Well, that will help. Go back home, but it's late and we didn't make it in time for the pharmacy.

Up Sunday morning. Kath is having some issues with her DBS. She has it cranked to the top limit they set, and she needs to take extra meds to control the tremors. Something just isn't right. She's listless, groggy and says she doesn't feel right. We leave a message for the doc, but it's Sunday. Kath relaxes for the day. I am researching washers and decide on a couple at the outlet store nearby. Look doesn't matter. We head over and find the one we like. Here's the good part of the weekend - it was mispriced, but the manager honored the price that was on it. Got it home, got it installed and it works.

This morning, Mother Nature is a dick and drops 3 inches of snow. Kath also has a nasty cough and still feels kinda blah, so she stayed home from work. The assistant calls us and we talk. She brings up that she was put under twice and the extra amount of anesthesia used is probably still in her system. Plus, they just reset the DBS device back to how it was prior to the replacement, so we may need to get the settings tweaked. Kath is starting to feel better later in the day. Plus, she is getting off the pain meds, which could be attributing to the general blahness.

That about wraps it up. I was running around left and right. My wife was cut open twice and generally feels like crap. The washer broke, but the new one seems to be working well. Let's just end this with a couple scans of cards.

As opposed to how flagship looked in hand, I am SO not completing the Heritage set this year. Oh, they did a decent job. I just don't like it. I was in the case break from Chris over at Nacho Grande. I had Sox, Indians and Phillies. If anyone wants a Indians or Phils team set, let me know. You can have them. Above are two of the White Sox SPs in the set.

Here is the other, and a nice action variation of Sale. Came out of the last box, thank goodness, as I wasn't getting hit love in the case. Then Chris opened a box of 2004 Topps Clubhouse Collection and the gods shined on me.

Great addition to the Konerko binder with a relic bat numbered to 50. Thanks for the break, Chris. Here's to a normal week.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

It's the only part I care about

I'm a Wilk. There - now those who don't know my last name now know what it is. Wilk is Polish. It's direct translation is "wolf". I like to believe I am a little more refined than the wolf from the Tex Avery cartoon. For those unaware, the celebration for Polish is Thursday - St. Joseph's Day. Little fun personal fact: my childen have only had doctor's with the last name of Wilk. So they have spent their entire lives giving the name of their doctor, and then answering the inevitable followup question with "no, we are not related".

But there is more than enough of me that is Irish. My grandmother from my mom's side was born here, but her mother came over from Ireland in the 1880's as a small child. My wife is half Irish and half Scottish. For all my life growing up, we paid more attention to the ancestry that came from the emerald isle. Divorce will do that, I guess.

It's funny, though. There is a whole month devoted to Black History. There's Ramadan for Muslims, Hanukkah for Jewish folks and Cinco de Mayo for Mexicans. You have Russian's May Day, Canada Day...I could go on. Each nationality or religion has their own special day. But come March 17th, every SOB wants to be Irish. Cad é an ifreann?!

Well, celebrate it anyway.

Whether you're an O'Dell or an O'Neill...

a Keegan or a Kealey...

a McMahon or a McNertney...

or a Hogan or Dunn. By the way, when my grandma and aunt (well, great aunt) did a trip to Ireland to trace our family line, I come from the house of Hogan. So Ben and I are related somewhere back in time.

Be safe and have fun. But if you're not Irish, get your own damn holiday!

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Throwback Thursday - 03.12.2015

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. I'll try not to duplicate a uniform. The picture may be from the front of the card, or the back. Enjoy the uniforms from years past.

Brandon Crawford - 2013 Sega Card-Gen - New York Giants

Monday, March 9, 2015

Frozen in time

When you get down to it, sports cards are really just photographs. Whether printed on chipboard, white stock, acetate, name it. It's really a record of the person at the moment of the shutter flash. Barring an accident, the only way to wipe the record is to destroy the image before it's saved anywhere. However, the moment it's printed on cardboard, it a part of history for perpetuity. And just like the time you brought that girl (or boy) home and mom pulled out the photo album to show a shot of you nude on a beat skin rug, it's a record of how you looked then, compared to the you that exists now.

Home of the Whopper, indeed.
Since I constantly mess with my cards, I started to notice how players have changed over the year. Take Wilbur Wood.

Second year Wilbur in the Red Sox organization, sporting his 22 year old face in the 1964 set.

Move forward 14 years and Wood has a few more lines on his face. He put on some weight, too, but he's looking thin in the image. How about recently retired Paul Konerko?

A planned future catcher for the organization, we all know he was sent to the Red, then ended up here in Chicago finishing his career last September.

More miles on the body and a World Series championship in the pocket, Paul said goodbye to the fans.

25 year old Jim Thome relaxing on the dugout steps. I know I have his '92 rookie around somewhere, but damned if I can find it.

Trips to the Phillies, White Sox, Blue Jays, Dodgers, Twins and Orioles got Jim in a lot of uniforms, and put a lot of age on his face.

Holy crap. Every time I see this card I think it must be someone else. No way Junior was ever junior. That's a kid getting in trouble in the lunch room and being sent to the dean's office.

Many sore backs and home runs later, Griff was ready to call it a career and wait for Cooperstown to announce his name.

It's not just baseball. See, when you look at thi..... hold up. Wait. That's the wrong side of the card. My fault. I meant to post the back of the card. Let me get this back on the scanner.

That's what I meant to show. Look at the proud dad and his beaming, pudgy little girl. Having a problem placing her? Maybe this will help.

Yup. That would be Instagram darling Paulina Gretzky. She definitely changed in the past 20 years.