When I was younger, I don't know if I failed to notice that the player photos were layered on top of the team name in the 1988 Topps d...

I've often wondered why baseball cards sometimes feature photos shot from this angle. I just picture a photographer crouching in front...

This may be my favorite of the five autographed cards I received from Alan this week. Scott McGregor's 1988 Topps card rekindles a lo...

This monster cold/virus/whatphlegmyever is wreaking havoc with my blogging schedule. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. With ...

Janet and I spent most of the weekend running errands, so when we passed the card aisle in Target yesterday she insisted that I pick up so...

I made it back from my post-Christmas trip to Charlotte, just like I promised! I'm just in time to mark the fifth anniversary of this ...

Look out, New York. The Orioles are coming, and they'll be firing from both barrels. At least I hope so, after sweating out two mostly...

What time is it? Time to celebrate the two greatest Orioles of the past quarter-century. 16 years ago today, Cal Ripken, Jr. played in his 2...

Tonight's entry is all about questions. First: who the devil is Mike Hart? This vaguely sweaty mustache-sportin' guy was a 13th roun...

What do you think are the odds that Tom Niedenfuer was actually playing long toss when this photo was taken? I'd like to think that he w...

Ah, the eternal question: what to do with all this junk wax? I've been more or less settled at my house for two months now, but one roo...

When my roommate Mikey and I used to work together, we'd take the train to Washington, D.C. every morning. From day to day, we'd se...

New year, new blog. Why the heck not? I thought Freddie Lynn was a good place to start. My dad took me to my first baseball game at Memorial...