An intersection of two of my passions: baseball cards and the Baltimore Orioles. Updated daily?
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Cal Ripken, Jr., 1991 Post #19
Imagine for a moment that you were some tragically sheltered child in the early 1990s. Your only exposure to baseball came through oddball cards that came with your breakfast cereal. Because the fine folks at Post didn't want to pony up for an MLB license (isn't the players' association enough for you?), you have no idea that uniforms actually feature logos and wordmarks on the caps and jerseys. The Orioles have the solid black hat and the white jersey with orange piping on the sleeves, the Yankees have the solid navy blue hat and the white uniform with navy pinstripes, and so forth. It all looks kind of dull, so you assume that you're not missing much. Fortunately, you and I knew better than that.
I can remember playing with baseball cards as a toddler, but I actually started collecting them when I was ten. Now I'm an adult looking for an outlet to talk about my hobby without receiving blank stares in return. You can contact me thusly.