A little serial for breakfast

Things aren't always fun around here.  Let's make a list.

Doctor visits for me.  And my wife.

A moody pre-teen.

Bills.  Lots of bills. 

I have to buy Christmas presents for how many people???

A car that needs to be replaced. 

Had enough?  Thought so.

On the other hand, some things are still very fun. 

Watching whole seasons of shows on Netflix in a week. 

A pre-teen who is having a good day.

Losing weight. 

Collecting cards.

Blogging...most of the time.

Getting packages in the mail.

Sort of like the great package I got from Julie over at the fine blog Funner Here.  

It all started when she posted this 2012 Update Ryan Dempster gold parallel that I just had to claim.

She didn't stop with one serial numbered card.  She sent what I'm fairly certain is the only serial numbered team checklist in my collection.  Its a 2005 Donruss Career Stat Line Alfonso Soriano #19/162.  The 162 is for games played.  Hmm. 

I'll bet you're green with envy over this 2011 Bowman Mitch Moreland green parallel #320/450. 

Let's all go to the Museum and check out Ian Kinsler looking to his left and apparently throwing the ball the other direction.  It's #16/299. 

How about a pair of twins.  Not Twins, but nearly identical Michael Young 2009 Triple Threads.  This one is #310/1350. 

This one is #594/1350.  Only 1348 more to go. 

A bittersweet best for last card.  Bitter because it's Mark Teixeira.   Sweet because it's #6/25.  I have a Teixeira 1/1 from this set, but that's not saying too much because there are only like 250 1/1s for every player.  At least it seems that way. 

Julie, I'm looking for more cards for you because that one Frank Howard isn't enough for all these great cards.  I'll get something headed you're way soon.  Thanks!!

Yu're not from around here son

I'm not quite the adventurer I used to be and sometimes I miss that guy.  He was pretty fun.  Back in the early 90's, I was in the Navy and one of the stops we made was Yokosuka, Japan.  Now I wasn't one of those stereotypical rowdy, let's get drunk, I've got a girl in every port kind of sailors.  In fact, I didn't really know many guys like that.  Sure, we cut loose now and then, but it wasn't like we were in the bottle all the time. 

Anyway, a group of 5 or 6 of us decided we would go to Tokyo Disney.  The ringleader of the group was from southern California and had a goal to hit every Disney park and I had never been to one so I was game.  It was about an hour and a half by train from where we were to the park so we headed out early.  It was actually a pretty fun day and we headed back to the boat pretty late.  The rest of the guys decided to hit a bar, but my buddy and I had duty the next day so we needed to get back and grab some sleep.  That's where we hit a snag.

Being the brains of the group, I was in charge of getting us to the park and getting us back.  I thought I had a perfect plan to do just that by "drawing" the names of the stations we used and then just backtracking at the end of the day.  I say "drawing" because I attempted to make the Japanese names of the stations.  Well, it was a disaster and could have ended badly for the two of us.  The train we were on was getting less and less crowded and finally pulled into a station where everyone got off.  We just sat there.  A very frail older lady carrying a bag of groceries noticed us and finally made it clear that this was the last stop for the train that night.  The problem was we had no idea where we were or how to get where we wanted to go.

The lady motioned for us to follow her and we thought she was taking us to some transit employee for help.  This lady looked every bit of 70 and as I said, was carrying a bag of groceries.  She proceeded down the steps of the station and down the street, two big dumb Americans in tow.  We offered to carry her bag, but she wouldn't have it.  She walked us about a mile to another station, took us up the steps and put us on the right train, making sure we knew how many stops we had to go.  We offered her money, but she just shook her head, smiled and disappeared into the night. 

It was one of the kindest, most selfless gestures I've ever experienced. 

Like a number of you, I was on the receiving end of another kind gesture from Japan recently.  Ryan from This Card is Cool sent out a bunch of packages, spreading hobby goodwill from the other side of the world. 

Ryan didn't skimp on the Japanese Yu Darvish cards.  This is a 2007 BBM card, 2nd version.  Whatever that means.  It's pretty cool to have some Japanese cards of Yu.  Not you...oh, Yu know what I mean. 

Here is the 2008 BBM version of Yu.  It must be an insert because it says Prince of Power Pitch. 

On to 2009 and the Game Masters edition.  It's big Yu vs. little Yu.  My money is little Yu.  He looks feisty. 

Ryan included a whole stack of these...umm..."hot girl who is contemplating the world" cards.  Interesting, but my wife may not approve. 

Let me go on record as saying the Rangers do not need cheerleaders at the Ballpark, but I'm not opposed to cheerleaders in general.  Like these Nippon-Ham Fighters Girls for instance. 

My first Japanese play at the plate!  I wish I could see the player coming in to the plate, but This Card is Cool.  So is Ryan.  Thanks Ryan, you rock. 

Well well, look who's being a spaz again

I can't seem to get on an even keel, blogwise or in real life.  I'm trying, but it's a daily struggle.  If this blog was a football team, it would have one false start penalty after another.  Sort of like the Cowboys. 

I'm thankful for the fact that I'm still around to even be worried about all this stuff.  I'm thankful for all of you bloggers and readers.  I'm going to make a solid effort to get out all my overdue packages next week, including some contest winnings from September...I think.  I'm thankful for everyone's patience. 

I'm just thankful...and I hope you all have a great day of being thankful too. 

I am sooo joining the Topps Five Star Club

Of course, my membership hinges on Topps giving me a waiver on both the $10,000 annual spending AND the "no-bad mouthing Topps" rule. 

I know I could give them a kick ass 500 word essay though.

A not so surprise ending

My son started collecting cards back in 2009 with the purchase of his very first pack of 2009 Topps.  He was 9 years old. 

This great Nelson Cruz card was in his first pack and it hooked him.  He got it autographed at a game in 2010.  He and I spent a fair amount of time buildling his collection from cards out of my collection.  Quite a few of the "hits" I traded for ended up in a box in his room.  He had a box for Cowboys cards, Texas Longhorn cards and Olympic cards.  He had his 2009 set in a binder.  He was having a good time with it and so was I. 

Turn the clock forward three years.  He's still a Rangers fan, but he doesn't have much interest in cards anymore.  I-gadgets, my laptop, Minecraft and XBox 360 have taken over.  He's in 7th grade now so I know girls are just around the corner. 

It was fun while it lasted.  I've taken some breaks from collecting over the years and always come back to it so it's possible he will too.  I'll store his stuff with mine and he's going to end up with all of it anyway someday. 

I just hope it means something to him when he gets it. 

SOLD!

I used to buy and sell cards on EBAY.  I bought and sold a lot of cards.  That was nearly ten years ago.  In the last couple of weeks I sold four items on EBAY because the money was more important than keeping them in my collection.

First up was the 2004 Fleer Platinum Albert Pujols auto I got in a group break held by Just a Bit Outside. 

The second card was this 2012 Topps Finest Yu Darvish refractor auto.  This one came from another Just a Bit Outside group break.  Man, I sure do miss Kyle's group breaks. 

The third card I sold was the best card I ever pulled myself.  This one was the hardest to sell. 

Last, but not least, was the ring I won in the Topps Diamond Giveaway.  I got a cool $300 for it and although I may regret selling it one day, I don't right now.  It was cool for awhile, but it just sat in the box on the shelf.  Maybe the buyer will be able to display it better. 

All these things were destined for my son's collection, but more on that later. 

A debt of gratitude

I would be remiss if I let today go by without saying thank you to my fellow veterans. 

To all those who made the ultimate sacrifice...

...and all those who came home...

and all those still serving...

Thank you.  You're service and sacrifice will never be forgotten.