The importance of baseball cards and baseball blogging and a thanks.

My last post was rather... depressing so I thought I would move on to another subject that I know all of us like. Baseball cards. This is a baseball card blog after all and you are baseball bloggers with baseball blogs of your own. We all like different teams and we all have different ways of collecting, but we all love those rectangular pieces of cardboard with men on then.

A lot of people outside the hobby tend to think of baseball cards being for children, something boys grow out of, just as they grow out of wanting to play cowboys and Indians. They see cards as a waste of time and money.

They could not be more wrong. Baseball cards are more than just a way to pass the time for me; they are a way of life that has changed my life. Some people find that laughable and don’t understand how someone can grow so attached to a piece of cardboard and here is why that is. I also want to let you all know just what you all mean to me and how much you have helped me.

Before I started blogging I had no idea of the community that made up the world of baseball collecting and just how deep it ran. I had no idea of trades haggled out through blog posts and e-mails and the amount of padded brown envelops the US postal service delivered. I had no idea of all the different kinds of people that blogged and traded. Young students and grandfathers people of all jobs and ages and backgrounds and ways of life. All of them brought together because of baseball cards.

Before I started blogging I was a very lonely person. I had no friends. I never really talked to anyone all that much and nothing ever came for me in the mail besides magazines and the occasional birthday, Easter or Christmas card from family.

I don’t know if I have said it before but I have Asperger’s, a mild form of Autism which affects my social skills. Asperger’s and my anxiety has made it hard for me to do a lot.. I was an odd duck with two left feet that marched to the beat of an entirely different marching band. I just never quite fit in anywhere.

Then I found my first baseball blog. I found a place where people shared my interests. I found a place where people read and where interested in things that I had to say. I found somewhere where I fit in.

I don’t know if you people understand just how important just having you read my blog is or having us work out a trade. I have a book where I paste all the notes you guys have given me over the past year. I also keep the return addresses from every person that’s sent me something. I love seeing addresses from Ney York to to Florida to Arizona and even Canada. Sometimes when I feel bad I will look through the books at all the notes that have been written and it makes me feel better.

I get to talk to people. Sure it is through e-mail, but sometimes that is the only interaction I get with people other than my family. I learned to be a little more outgoing by posting on someone's blog and asking fora trade. Yes, for me that is a little scary. I have trouble ordering in Mcdonalds's at times. I learned to be a little more comfortavle talking to people.

As to the cards themselves, I just love them. I feel so happy when I buy a new pack or look through a album. There is a great sense of accomplishment when I fill in another slot and there is no greater feeling than seeing a new chipper card that I did not have before.


So yea, to me those cardboard men are important. So are all of you even if you don't know it. So thanks everyone, even for those that haven't posted or traded with me. you have still helped me.

There is no crying in baseball.

There is no crying in baseball. So why am I crying now? Oh yea, because I am an over emotional, baseball obsessed woman... that’s why.

I was looking so forward to the post season. I just knew they would be there and I would be watching. My neighbor mentioned something about possibly getting tickets. Don’t count your chickens before they are hatched though, they tell you. Well, cluck you.

The Braves just lost in the 13th. The Cardinals have already won their game.. ‘
And that was all she wrote. Game Over. Season Over. No More. What everyone thought was an utter certainty a few weeks ago has now slipped through their fingers.

The Braves are my life. I wear their shirts, have memorabila in my room, on my wall, on my computer, on my bed (comforter and pillows people -__- ) I read about them, watch them, listen to them. I collect their cards. I lose my voice cheering for them at games. I even dream about them. They are my team.

As I sit typing this, I am sniffling and the tears are rolling. I feel like I want to puke. I feel like screaming and throwing things. I feel numb. I feel like an idiot. There are so many things going on in the world and look at me, getting upset over a stupid ball game. I didn’t cry this much when my grandmother died, so why the hell am I doing it now?

There is always next year. There will be next year. They are still my team and they will always be. Go Braves.

Baseball cards for trade.

Uploaded a youtube video since uploading pictures will not work -_-. They are all 2011 cards and from Topps Linegae, Topps, Allen and Ginter, Topps Chrome, and one Topps sticker.





Make an offer below. I neeeeeeeeeeed basbeall stickers.. lots of em!

I have 8. 21, 36, 51, 53, 55. 61, 65, 75, 90, 97, 109, 119, 126, 142, 142, 147, 148, 161, 164, 170, 178, 188, 98, 201, 207 235, 236 258, 266, 272, 275, 280, 281 and 293.

Plus any Chippers and Braves.

Keep calling him Larry....

...and he will keep on knocking em out.

Braves VS Mets

Chipper Jones Vs Mets.


The Braves are playing the first in a double header against the Mets today. Some chuckle head was yelling "RETIRE LARRY!" What does MR Larry Wayne do? Smack one into the second deck. You keep calling him Larry. Go on, keep it up.

If I broke a mirror, opened an umbrella inside, walked under a ladder and saw a black cat I would STILL be luckier than I am now.

So after watching the Braves get swept I decided to pick a (blindly) random card and blog about it to get my mind off of it.

What card did I happen to pick?



I kid you not.

The U.S Postal Service and Baseball blogging....

Haven't posted in a while.

There’s been talk on the news about how the U.S Postal Service is in trouble. There’s been talk about cutting out days and even speculation it could very well end if things are not done There was an article I just read about “Do we really need The U.S postal Service.” Talk like that scares me. Not only that, it upsets me.

I still like sending birthday card and I like getting them. Same with Christmas cards and other holidays I don’t want a Flipping E-card. I like getting something in the actual mail. I like something I can hold in my hands and put up and look at any time I feel the urge. I like seeing the hand written messages from family.

I also got to thinking about the baseball bloggers. I haven’t gotten a padded envelope in a long time, nor have I sent one and I miss that. I love looking in the mailbox and seeing a padded envelope amongst the bills and sales papers. I have a book of all the addresses from all the various bloggers. I also have the notes that you guys have sent, hand written ones.

What is going to happen to us, the bloggers that trade and send cards? It is such an essential part of a lot of our collections. You guys have been very helpful in getting me the cards I needed or wanted. My sets would be far from being finished without you lot.

What is more though than filling in the holes in my binder or marking another card of my want list is the... I duno what to call it. Just the excitement of seeing that envelope and the seeing other bloggers blog about the cards I sent. Just knowing I am helping someone, just as someone is helping me.

So what’s going happen if the mail service ends? I sure as hell don't want to find out