All Good Things Come to an End.

Nothing gold can stay. 

Don't worry, this blog isn't going anywhere. Don't get too excited either, as I'm probably not really back. Every now and then I return here to read my own writing. That sounds ridiculous, I know, but it's true. I love a lot of the things I've written. Coming back here reminds me of good times and it makes me feel good. Don't get me wrong, my life is full of good, and I'm happy. This blog was a primary outlet of creativity for me for many years. The reality is that I don't need this as a creative outlet anymore.  

I may post here in spurts, or I may not. I may disappear from blogger for multiple years again, or I may not. 

Part of my absence has been due to a decline in my collecting of sports cards.  The baseball players I collect have all retired.  As I get further removed from my college years, it's harder to keep track of VT football players.  Mainly, I just choose to put my time in other activities. My Daughter and I just finished playing Magic: The Gathering at the kitchen table. It was a great Friday night. Though they aren't the sports cards I so loved as a kid, I'm getting to show her about collecting cards and the joy of ripping a pack and the pride of filling a binder. 

I could write dozens of posts about all of the reasons I'm not on here writing dozens of posts. 

But I'm here at the moment, so here's some of that good old blogger content:

I just recently acquired a set of 2024 Topps Allen & Ginter.  I used to rip a case and build my own, but now I settle for the ebay purchase.  I still love paging/bindering all of the cards and looking through them.  I have all of the A&G base sets including SPs from 2006-2024, as well as all of the full-size inserts, in binders.  

As an aside, the complete set plus inserts arrived like this:

At first, I was mad. Then, I realized that every single card was put in a separate penny sleeve (all 445 cards!).  Just insane, but an effective way of protecting the cards if you're going to toss bricks of 50 into a box. De-sleeving for the binder took a while but was surprisingly relaxing. And now I have 445 penny sleeves. 

When looking at the checklist for this year, I saw that neither Justin Verlander nor Miguel Cabrera had a base card in the set.  Starting with the first A&G set in 2006, the two of them were the only players to have a card in every set through 2023. So, their perfect A&G run has come to an end. 

2023 A&G JV

Realizing this fact made me think about the rookies in the set. Do you think any of them will appear on 18 consecutive years of sets? Will there even be A&G in 18 years? There might not even be cards in 18 years. 

Time is funny. 18 years seems like forever from now, yet the first A&G set doesn't seem like forever ago. 

One thing I do know is that if blogger is around in 18 years, I'll do a follow up post. 

Or I won't. 

Shoebox Card #76

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Ragged Rookie Review Randall

 I'm writing this on my phone. I didn't have to say that, but it seems to have become a liability statement these days. "I wrote this on my phone so please excuse my grammar and spelling and lack of writing ability." Who has time to get a computer out these days when there's starving kids on TikTok. 

I'm currently sitting on a bench in the cold while my daughter is in an art class. I'll spare you the details of why. However, I find myself in a weird combination of having free time while not free to move anywhere. The cold and the metal bench are in a race to see who.can make my ass go numb first. If you see any periods where there should be spaces as above with "who.can", it's because the space bar on the phone isn't wide enough, and I have the thumb control of a Mortal Combat button masher. And to hell with going back and fixing it. 

I've now killed 1/9 of my wait time. Here's something fun: my next sentence will be created completely by the suggested words on my phone. Perhaps you have to go back and see if it was the first time you had a Merry Christmas or something like that.  Profound. 

Anyway here's a card:

2003 Rookie Review Magazine Bryan Randall 

I didn't know this existed.until about two weeks ago. It isn't in any if the card databases out there.  Hell, it's barely a card. It's one step above a magazine subscription tear-out-and-throw-in-the-bathroom-trash-then-realize-its-recyclable-so-you-dig-it-out-but-now-its-wet-for-some-reason thing.  It has the charm of a cut out box bottom card without the effort.

I freaking love it. 

What is card collecting if not an opportunity to fall in love immediately with something that was a stranger to you just a moment ago? It's like the first time you meet a girl at college. 

I love the ragged edges. I love that it looks like it came from the pages of a magazine. I love that it talks too much about Marcus Vick. But enough about that girl from college.

I'm now 2/9 through my waiting. My tailbone is declaring war on my frigid buttcheeks. I dont think I have any other card.pictures on my phone. I packed myself 3 cookies, and I'm just 1/9 away from my first 1/3 celebration snack. 2/9 + 1/9 = 3/9 = 1/3. The math checks out. 

Here is where I put that sentence that makes fun of you for still reading this you dork.

The cold has reached my.fingers. I think it's time to call it quites on thi daa postshd. Soo could. Camt feedl myt fingers. DJ I'm zhkdnbvz aodj jdkwi yeah 73hdjgw ue .

X's and O's

A little over 12 years ago, I bought my first house.  With that first came others.  It was also the first time since my re-entry into card collecting that all of my cards were in one place.  My money was usually budgeted for house stuff, so discounted blasters became a necessary "savings".  The discounted card products of 2008 happened to be the soup du jour, and I happened to be quite fond of all-you-can-eat soup.  The two lines that most became part of my purchase history were 2008 Upper Deck A Piece of History and 2008 Upper Deck X.  '08 APOH still remains my favorite non-Ginter set of all time.  Upper Deck X was merely a toss-in because the box looked cool.  The X base set is pretty terrible; clearly made for the sole purpose of facilitating die cut cards.  I'm okay with that, though, because the die cut cards are worth it.  Then, just to promote stress-induced hair-loss, UD included gold die cut parallels at a rate of 1-per-blaster.  I know, I know, the Xponential inserts are freaking amazing.  Slow down speedy. We'll get there.  

Many collectors try to complete rainbows of one player or complete a set of parallels (ie A&G Minis).  Being of the same nature, I was immediately fascinated with the idea of completing the master set of 2008 UD X.  The idea of a base+2 parallel set fitting nicely in pages intrigued me.  

The base set took no time at all.  I've completed it probably 5 times over at this point.  The die cut set was a little more difficult.  At the time I started collecting it, I think I had 60-70 of the 100.  Through trades and some purchasing, I completed that set about a year after I started trying.  Then came the golds. After some concentrated effort devoid of excess dollars, I managed to get to about 30% of the set.  At 1-per-blaster and only in retail, folks weren't exactly overflowing with them.  I put the set on the back burner, just as I did with this blog, for the better part of 5 years (it's probably longer than that but when you have a kid, time becomes incalculable).  

Before I knew it, along came 2020 and 2021, a flummoxing pair of years.  Suddenly I didn't have to go anywhere or do anything, so I could play with cards again.  I also wasn't spending money on eating out and other things, so the bank account was feeling antsy.  Yay, the hobby is back for me! Things are great! I can go to the store and buy retail again! (I'm not a smart man).  On a side note, is there a better first name for a last card than Lastings? 

One day in early 2021, I saw a house for sale.  I thought, "that's a pretty cool house, but we can't afford to move."  Then I looked up our house.  Over the next few hours, I realized we actually could afford to move.  Before we could really think about it, we were talking with a realtor and starting to organize our house.  I needed to quell the card situation.  The cards had what you would call a little bit of a weight problem.  I came across some cards to keep, some to sell, and some to recycle (1990 dupes/trips/quadrupes/quindrupes/sexdrupes I'm talking to you!)  I ended up selling about half of my physical volume of cards.  Ok, not MY physical volume. I didn't offload unfortunate fatrolls of cards.  I cut my occupied card storage in half.  Not literally cut. Fuck, writing is hard.

I decided that I shouldn't just dump the card money into to house stuff.  I should at least treat myself a little.  The lingering pain of an unfinished set called to me.  I could use the money to bring myself to completion.  The set. The set to completion.  Potato Putahtoh.  I sped off to sportlots.com to see if I could find everything.  Between there and ebay, I found them all.  And I bought them all.  I couldn't wait to page them up and look at my new set.  But I had to wait, because even after the cards arrived, I had to spend forever pulling the little cardboard triangles out of the shittily die cut cards.  Yes I pulled them out.  I don't care if the card tears slightly.  It's my set you PSA-loving piece of anyway I then put them into the pages.  The warm feeling of success rained over me as I'm like 90% sure I'm the only person to ever intentionally complete this set.  It looks so nice in the pages. It's as close to perfection as I ever intended.

Ok we'll talk about the Xponentials now.  They're fantastic. They're shiny and embossed and everything that makes gaudy inserts great.  Of course UD made them imperfect by organizing them by sort-of-initials instead of numbers.  I say "sort-of" because UD completely crapped their pants with this one.  You see, Josh Beckett and Jason Bay are both JBs.  So in the Xponential 1 set, Bay is card #JA and Beckett is card #JB.  So naturally that should follow if they both have cards in Xponential 2, right?.  NOPE-a-roni.  Becket is X2-BE and Bay is X2-JB.  Then, Bay doesn't have an X3, but Beckett does and guess what?  It's back to X3-JB.  

How does no one interrupt the dumbass trying to label by name and tell him just to count to 75?  "I don't know man, 75 seems like a lot of numbers and the alphabet only has 26 letters. Also I'm going to need you to wipe my ass later I had prunes with breakfast"

Imagine making a set as phenomenal as the Xponential 3 and not just using numbers.  Also imagine if Blogger didn't change the damn font every time I load a picture. 

The idea that in 2021 a Vlad Guerrero was the last card I needed to complete a master set and I didn't have to shell out ungodly amounts of money is pretty amazing. Glad it was the old fart.

And thusly henceforth wherefore, I have come full O on X.  Likewise, I've come full circle on this house.  This time next week, I'll still happily own my 2008 Upper Deck X set while not owning this house.  I've downsized my card collection just in time to move to a bigger house.  The Me who bought those discounted blasters twelve years ago wouldn't understand any of this.  I'd just tell him that none of it is supposed to make sense; it's just supposed to happen.

RIP the pack

Reconciling expenses at the end of the month, I'd put the $33 Wal-Mart entry in the "grocery" tab. I knew full well I'd spent the better half of that charge on baseball cards. That's the cost of sending me to the grocery store, I suppose.  Doing this in the winter was always the best.  It was cold enough outside that I didn't have to worry about perishables as I sat in the parking lot ripping into the more satisfying portion of the purchase. 

Inspect the pack.  Do I open it from the top? Maybe I'll just tear the flap on this one.  Yeah, that worked.  

These days, my Wal-Mart purchases lean further to milk-and-eggs than wax-and-cardboard.  I no longer have to catch up with my family in the Target housewares section after browsing the card shelves.  I don't have to invent justifications when my wife wonders why "a pack" turned into "a blaster".  Good thing she didn't catch my sleight of hand as I slid two rack packs beneath the most concealing wares in the cart.

Slide the wrapper off, trying not to peek at the back card.  Square the cardboard stack with my fingers.  Turn them to reveal the top card. Here we go.

There are no packs.  The shelves are emptier now than when they used to be empty.  They used to be empty with Topps Lineage or Panini Triple Play or Upper Deck Documentary.  Now, they're just empty.  The display boxes have been reversed, flipped upside down, or even discarded; each of those three configurations perhaps more fitting than the one before it.  I just want a pack.  

It's Joey Votto, the best player that no one cares about.  Second card is an Indian or a Cub, or a Cub who was traded to the Indians.  No one cares about that guy, he's probably card #236.  Three more cards until the insert.  No one cares about them.

The absence of packs may be the straw that broke the camel's back.  My humps are much more pronounced now than they were when I started this blog 10 years younger.  My back can only support so much.  I suppose the pack drought is just an inevitable step in the waning of my hobby existence.  Scott Sizemore, David Wright, Michael Cuddyer, and BJ Melvin BJ Upton are retired.  I sold my Justin Verlander collection.  I'm using the proceeds to eradicate my want lists.  I focus my time on other things.  I discovered Pokemon last year and have been sharing that with my daughter.  Of course, the buying fury has come for Pokemon as well.  

A no-name, a rookie no-name, and a Yankee.  The insert is David Wright.  I needed it.  Now, I have it. The last six cards are probably fine.  Who cares. I got the card I wanted. This pack was perfect.  The Wright goes in a binder and the I-don't-cares get carefully sorted into a box. Secretly, I care about them.  

Maybe I'm just aging.  Maybe it's just stress.  Maybe it's shifting priorities.  Maybe it's an unprecedented time in history.  Maybe it's definitely all of those.  For the first time in my life, I have all of my non-personal-collection baseball cards sorted.  I want them, but I don't want them.  I want to put them back on the shelf, but I want to hand them off to someone else's storage space.  I want to cherish them, but I don't even want to look at them.  I'm probably going to part with them.  I'll still have plenty of cards that I love and want to thumb through and share with others.  

I think it took writing this to be at peace with the decision to reduce my cardboard footprint.  

I also think I'll hang on to at least one empty box. You never know when you'll find some groceries.

I bought a pack of cards

Oh, hey guys.  I bought a pack of cards.  Doesn't happen that much these days.  A lot of the guys I collect have moved on to greener pastures, and it's hard to get into it for me now.  I have other hobbies, too, that I'm putting my time into. It's all so exhausting.  But, the itch never fully goes away.  My old scanner no longer works, which is probably the greatest cause for my never posting on here.

The Nats beat the Stros in the World Series last year.   I know that, because I googled it.  I was pretty sure, but couldn't remember if that was definitely last year or not.  I'm getting older and my brain confuses me. It's all so exhausting. And, of course, we've been in 2020 for what feels like a lifetime. I know who both of these guys are.

I didn't know Yu was a Cub.  And I think he is the only of the 9 above that I know anything about. Maybe Maikel Franco was on the Phillies? I vaguely remember from Allen & Ginter of years past.

These cards are horizontal. I knew that.

This is apparently the best card in the pack (Var SP Yeah You Know Me).  That would be cool if it wasn't ugly as shit. Wasn't there also a racism thing or something with Hader's tweets one time?  I can't keep track of it all; it's all so exhausting.

Then there's these two cards that make me grin ear-to-ear.  Votto Chrome Turkey Red is just an awesome looking card.  Doesn't hurt that he's one of the best players and arguably the most underrated players of the last 10-15 years.  Lastly, there's a new Zim for my collection. One pack, one PC card.  Gotta love it.  I don't feel like I deserved a good pack when I haven't posted anything in ages.  

I won't be buying my usual case of A&G this year.  I'll miss it but don't feel up to the time commitment that comes with it.  I'm also trying to get up the energy to cut my cardboard footprint in half, but they're all upstairs.

It's all so exhausting.

2006 Topps Allen & Ginter #250

This might be the worst looking card in the entire set.  Just kidding that belongs to Gustavo Chacin.