Every now and again I like to slip on my smoking jacket, my fuzzy slippers, and my oil-free archival gloves, pad into my study, take down my oversized oil painting of forgotten uncle Griggs Wigwam Henry, spin open the combination lock on my in-no-way-over-the-top super-secret safe, and go through my collection of cardboard rarities. I'm surprised I've even shared this much with you. Oh well. Behold! Here are a few of my most prized treasures...
Dennis "Oil Can" Boyd, 1987 Fleer Baseball All Stars #4 of 44
This card is pretty much the high point of his career. That, and pitching in a World Series. Well, I guess they both pale in comparison to having a nickname refer to how much you enjoy beer.
Cronin/Bishop/Cissell/Reynolds, 1935 Goudey 4-in-1 #6E
What? No airbrush to make Max Bishop a Red Sock?
Tom Seaver, 1986 Topps Traded #101
Judging from this card, I'm not sure Tom Seaver is a real person.
What? No airbrush to make Max Bishop a Red Sock?
Judging from this card, I'm not sure Tom Seaver is a real person.
You have to love the baggy sleeve.
I've never been a big fan of paper-loss, but this rip somehow adds to the aesthetic.
You think the pen went to town on the front? You should see the back.
Pumpsie looks like he just heard Tom Yawkey's pre-Reconstruction
sensibility towards racial equality.
I never understood why the Red Sox ditched Cecil Cooper.
Wait a second, he caught it with that rod?
This has always been one of my favorite cards, though I don't care for either player.
