An intersection of two of my passions: baseball cards and the Baltimore Orioles. Updated daily?
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Marty Cordova, 2003 Topps Heritage #329
The background of Marty Cordova's card is blank, a washed-out slate of blue that brings to mind a solid sheet of ice. We're smack in the middle of January, and it's one of those gray, frigid winter days that makes me want to wrap myself in a cocoon of sheets and blankets. If I had my way, I might refuse to leave the house until the temperature nudges back over 50 degrees. The alarm sounded at 5:30 this morning and I desperately pushed back the curtain from the bedroom window, hoping to see snow on the ground. No such luck, and for good measure Janet rolled over and told me that she hadn't gotten any delay or closing alerts on her phone. I laid in the dark for five minutes, arguing with myself about whether I should steal another hour of sleep and warmth and comfort, or if I should suck it up and get moving. Since I work on a flex schedule, "suck it up" won out, but it was a bitter fight. There's still more than two months of winter left, and this weather is already wearing me down. I think bears have the right idea.
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.