Happy Birthday to me

Today's not actually my birthday, I was on my hiatus/vacation/Braves grieving period when that happened. But I did get a little cash on my birthday and I treated myself to a little somethin somethin. Nothing big just THE GREATEST CARD OF THE JUNK WAX ERA THAT LED US TO A NEW GOLDEN AGE OF HIGH END RIDICULOUSNESS that's all no biggie

Yeah, the Griffey. Upper Deck's Andy Pafko. The card people willingly rip $150 boxes of junk wax in hopes of finding. Only took me 24 years but I finally gots it yo. And like most of the rest of my collection it's a little flawed and therefore uncollectable by today's standards which is just how I like it.

I guess I could have spent what I paid for this on one-eighth of a mini box of Triple Threads...

Nah. Junior's just fine.

1989 Upper Deck Crash Davis

So yeah. I'm drooling over a fake Braves card. Thanks Orlando Sentinel for showing me another awesome card I can't have. Actually I have a color printer and three brand new ink cartridges, hmmm... Crash Davis would have been a hell of an improvement over Jody Davis in '89. We already know he was good with developing young pitchers and I'm sure he could have hit .169 like Jody. The Nuke LaLoosh reverse negative rookie card I can do without. If I want the rookie card of someone with a million dollar arm and a ten cent head I'll look through my John Rocker cards. He sure could have used a Crash and Annie in his life to kick his ass every once in a while. I think I heard on the Regular Guys that he allegedly might wear women's underwear though, but I thankfully have no confirmation of that. If you'll excuse me I feel the need to go watch a great baseball movie right now. A League of Their Own. That's right, Bull Durham is nice and all, but Annie Savoy sure can't hit like Dottie Hinson.