There are times in this world where sharing is difficult. For instance, I have trouble sharing cookies...I am guilty as charged as a cookie hoarder. I also have trouble sharing personal items about myself. But I´m trying to break out of that. Did you know I can wiggle both ears at the same time independently? Lately, and most importantly, I´ve had trouble sharing on the blog.
How can this be? Is it because I´m part bear and gone into hibernation (possible). Is it because I´ve become obsessed with fantasy football and drove my team to the championship? (probable) Or is it because everytime I looked at a computer outside work, my first instinct was to kick first and ask questions later? (correct).
I´ve discovered there´s only so much typing in me per day for any subject, and unfortunately, the fun subjects suffer. And this includes my real reason for being, collecting the heck out of baseball cards.
These cards are from a group break at the inestimable My Cardboard Mistress, who hosted the most random, surprisingly satisfying group break I´ve taken part in awhile. I snagged the present Philadelphia team as well as the former Philadelphia team (and the team in my backyard) as my weapons of choice, and what came out were 100s of cards of varietal surrealism that left me in sorter´s heaven. Included among the group were the following (see how the formal writing creeps in here...you may now erase that last sentence from your consciousness)
This guy did not. But, I will gladly take an update for the most memorable Phillies year of my lifetime.
Thanks for the sweetly awesome break, Adam....I will celebrate the sorting with some cookies.