Sunday, January 31, 2016
Oh, hi kids. I'm Greg Olson.
Now, way back in the day I used to be backup catcher for the Atlanta Braves. Great job, best years of my life, wouldn't have traded it for the world. However, one day I got too cocky, kids. I took a risk, and wound up making a fool of myself. And I'm here, wounds mended, to tell you about it.
You see, back in the 90's I was a quadder. Loved my ATV. Drove it in the winter, in the summer, at spring training. Anywhere I could, really. Aside from being a catcher, I loved ATVing. It was as much of a passion for me as catching fastballs from Greg Maddux.
So one day, I'm driving my ATV around the field before warmups, and I get an idea. You see, I was never the best base-runner. I was slower than a tortoise on quaaludes, kids. And that's why I didn't get the starting gig, because Javy Lopez could run a little faster than me, you know, pre-steroids.
So I thought 'what if I show Javy, and just take my ATV and instead of running the bases, I drive across in record time. Nobody'll say anything. Hell, nobody'll even notice. It'll go fine.
However, kids, ol' Uncle Greg made a very massive oversights in that plan. For instance, he forgot how easy it is for an umpire to notice a medium-sized ATV rolling toward second base.
But what really did me in...Chipper was up, and I was on first. I had the ATV ready to go and everything. I was just waiting for the hit. Sure enough, Chip hits it right toward Mickey Morandini at second. And I'm running toward Mickey. He's headed for the base, and so am I. So I hit the gas hard.
I hit him head on, kids. Mickey Morandini damn near concussed thanks to my ATVing.
They had to cart him off the field and bring in some backup. Meanwhile, Bobby Cox comes over to me and goes 'what in the Sam Hill d'you think you're doing? Driving an ATV on a damned baseball team. You should be ashamed of yourself, Greg. Ya really should.'
I'm just paraphrasing there, I think.
Long story short, Bobby threw me out of the game, and the umps put in a ban that ended up shortening my MLB career a bit. I was disgraced, and ashamed.
And that's why I'm talking to you kids. Also, because they took away my ATV, and I need the money so I can get another one. But mostly the first thing. Yeah...talking to kids. Teachin' em not to ride ATVs on the bases, because you might seriously injure a decent second baseman.
Remember, kids. Stay in school, study hard...and keep your ATVs of the ball field.
Now, scooters on the other hand...yeah, do whatever you want...
Saturday, January 30, 2016
Well, as it's the season, I haven't been as consistent as I would have liked on the blog, as there's not a ton to blog about other than the last few remaining free agents nabbing teams and such. At least I have these old boxes to post the results of. Today, we nab Part 2 of 3 of the box of Fleer Ultra 1999. Lots of fun, cool photography in this set, so we'll get back into the next 8 packs.
Meanwhile, Cal Ripken was still a standout in Baltimore in 1999.
I'll post Part 3 sometime before Friday, because Friday I'll be going out of town. For something pretty big that has to do with something pretty obvious going on next weekend.
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
I've always had a soft spot for Ultra, as it was Fleer's answer to Stadium Club, but as it went on the 'design' became even more of an afterthought than with SC, with Ultra just using the same cursive-foil one as it went on, just with subtle changes, and periodical exceptions to the rule.
The photography in Ultra was ridiculously fun, closer to Collector's Choice than Stadium Club, and just all-around cool at times. It's a shame that they were just-about closing up shop when I got into the hobby in 2007.
Anyway, this box has 24 packs, 10 cards per pack. It'll probably take me three posts, depending on my mood at the end of 8 packs. Still, it's sure to be a fun rip.
I'm thinking...I'm thinking...
(Before you all comment about the home run race, I was being sarcastic).
Tomorrow, or sometime soon, I'll post the next third of the box. All very nice stuff ahead.