Groomsmen and Rivermen

I am officially a married man!  After 3 years of dating, two years of living together, one year of engagement and 11 months of careful, tedious. life-consuming planning, my wife (wow, that's weird to say) and I have tied the knot.  It was a beautiful affair at Starved Rock State Park in Utica, IL that, thankfully, went off without the slightest hiccough. 

In short, we got hitched without a hitch.

In the course of the festivities, we received tons of gifts from our friends and family who traveled from all over the continent to share in our special moment.  Along with those gifts, we were bestowed with countless cards:

All with thoughtful messages of support and words of kind encouragement.  That said, wedding cards aren't as fun for me as baseball cards.  They are quite lovely and touching; however, they just are not as fun to flip through, for me.

But, have no fear, the wedding festivities were not without a little bit of trading card action:

Here's a snap of me and my wallet card buddy, '89 Fleer Mark Grace, right after setting up the Starved Rock Lodge for our big day.  I was assured by Mr. Amazin' Grace that the decorations were absolutely perfect and the venue was top notch.  That Mark, always so reassuring.

After a night of vows, merriment, terrible dancing, open bar mischief, selfie-station snafus, self-serve ice cream bar snacks and even more "white dad at a bbq" dancing to ABBA, we decided to spend the rest of the weekend at the Starved Rock Lodge as a sort of mini-honey moon.  We've decided to postpone our full trip until the summer time, when I don't have to burn vacation time (a benefit of working for a school district).

Of course, that meant peaceful morning runs throughout the state park, hiking up and down the trails in unseasonably warm temperatures, exploring the local storefronts and museums, and, of course, minor league hockey cards:

*record scratch SFX*  Minor league hockey cards?  How did they factor into this weekend?

Well, Utica's downtown area, like any self-respecting small town or tourist attraction community, features a quaint, homey, antique shops as one of it's pillars of business.  Seeing as both the missus and I enjoy spending some free time resale shopping, we couldn't help but stop in for a while:

Clark's Run antiques has two-floors packed to the gills with all sorts of vintage goodies.  It took us an hour just to work through the ground floor of the establishment and both of us went home with a little souvenir to remember the day by.  The owners are generous folks, as well; after discovering we were newlyweds, they gifted us with two free wine tastings at the new winery they opened in town.

Obviously, this was a great experience.

But, back to the cards.  As you can see from the title card above, what I purchased was a complete, factory set of the downstate 1991-92 Peoria Rivermen, courtesy of minor league mavens, ProCards.  It was between this cello pack of hockey cards or a Dale Earnhardt knife, which came with a commemorative MAXX trading card.  Oh 90's...

The IHL Peoria Rivermen's roster that season included one former Blackhawk, one who had previously gone unrepresented in my Blackhawks All-Time Roster Collection.  That man, was the above-shown David Mackey, who's card will now both represent him in my Hawks binder and serve as a reminder of an amazing weekend.

In case you were wondering, Mackey played parts of six seasons for the Blackhawks, North Stars, and Blues. He had 8 goals, 12 assists, 20 points in 126 games, along the way.

As you can see from the backside of his card, the Rivermen were a Blues affiliate at this time and most of the left winger's time in the NHL was already over with.  This set, sponsored by Coke and the local Sully's Pub, would be one of his final cards.

Like I said, there was only one skater with connections to the Hawks in this set.  However, there was still one more card which specifically caught my attention:

Looks like this defenceman really earned his paycheck!  Coincidentally, I wonder if he was upset with the timing of photo day or if he proudly wore his bandage and bruise as a badge of honor?  Knowing hockey players, I'd be willing to bet that it was the latter option.

Jason Marshall would go on to play in the NHL for twelve seasons, with 1,004 penalty minutes as a testament to his apparent toughness.

The rest of the set was fairly blah; but, for the sake of completion, let's take a quick gander:

The design itself is attractive enough - bright colors and a fairly simple layout.  The pattern on the red-fill is a time capsule back to the early nineties.  Overall, the cards remind me a colorful plaque.

On the other hand, as most minor league cards produced at this time by ProCards were, the images are bland as bland can be (excepting the Marshall card see earlier).  Likely, the players and personnel were lined up and trotted in front of the camera, rapid-fire, in the vein of Little League photo day.

Also a tad bit disappointing is the super dark background - so dark, it's as if they forgot to turn the lights above the rink on.  These are hockey cards from the early 90's - I want to see some egregious mullet action!

As with any minor league set, you also get cards of the athletic trainers, as an added bonus.  How come Major League trainers and equipment managers never get a bone thrown their way?  I want a Yosh Kawano card!

Those 1991-92 Peoria Rivermen weren't a bad bunch - that season, they set the record for the longest winning streak in professional hockey history (18 games).  That mark has since been broken; but, nevertheless, that's definitely something to hang your hat (helmet?) one.

As a postscript, I feel compelled to mention that while there is a Rivermen squad skating in P-Town today, it is not this same franchise.  In fact, it's the fourth incarnation of the Rivermen to crop up since the original team relocated to San Jose in 1996.  The modern version has competed in the Southern Professional Hockey League since 2013 and lack any NHL affiliation.  Perhaps P-Town Time knows a little bit about the turbulent history behind the Rivermen banner?

With that, my cardboard explorations were done for the weekend.  While there were no more trading cards to be found on our adventures, the drive-ins, hot tubs, Casey's Pizzas, buffalo habitats, nature preserves and, of course, lifetime companionship more than made up for that fact.

All in all, it was a perfect wedding weekend and I truly couldn't have asked for a better one.  Here's hoping our marriage is a little less turbulent than the history of the Rivermen!

Oh, the Places You'll Go

The posting here on Wrigley Roster Jenga has been slow to start in 2017.  I'm not going to lie, it's a minor case of the blogging doldrums and a major case of my attention being stolen my all things wedding planning.  Our big date is now less than two weeks away and, as those who have been through this before will know, all hell is about to break loose.  I know I owe a few people some returns on trades - don't worry, I have not forgotten about you!

However, I have still been lurking around Blogger, trying to keep up with everybody's posts and latest rumblings in the trading card world.  One thing that I've noticed in my daily perusing is that several members of our community have picked their new Wallet Card for the upcoming year.  You know, that game that was started by Gavin, of Baseball Card Breakdown, where bloggers keep a card in their wallet and then take photographs with it throughout the year, wherever they might go or whatever they might do.  Y'know - kinda like "Flat Stanley."

I have never taken part in this interactive experience, for whatever reason.  For my "New Years Resolution," I decided that 2017 is going to be the year that I finally participate in everyone's favorite wallet-based, sightseeing tour.

For my card, I've decided to go the "Flat Gracie" route, for a few reasons.

1. 1989 Fleer is a set that I collected heavily as a kid and, as a bonus, I was also born in that same year.
2. Mark Grace, along with Ryne Sandberg, was my favorite player throughout his days on the Northside.  I still remember how bummed I was when he left, as a free agent, for the Diamondbacks.  At least he got a ring out of that career move.
3. This particular card, in what has become a running joke on the blogosphere, has been "Bipped" to me on multiple occasions.  Thus, I have enough '89 Fleer Graces to fuel a steam locomotive.

After looking at this scan, I can see that Gracie wasn't in pristine shape to begin with - there's some surface scuffing to Mark's left.  Oopsy daisy.  Oh well, I've already placed it in my wallet and I'm sure it's going to get beat up much more severely by the time 2018 rolls in.

Here he is, peaking out of my wallet.  The card was too big for any of the credit card holders within my wallet, so he'll have to hang out with my wads of cash (ha, yea right) in the money slot. Furthermore, for anyone that was hoping to steal my identity, I've made sure to obliterate my driver's license - that's one card that will definitely not be shown off on my blog.  As for my Ventra card, yea, that doesn't require any blurring.

This was a couple of days ago and my '89 "Amazing Grace" is already bowing quite nicely into a butt-print.  It's going to be a long year for Mark.

Meanwhile, today just so happens to be my first day back to work after winter break - I work for a school district, so I get all those awesome breaks.  As a trial run, I figured I'd let Gracie out of his faux-leather confines as take in the sights of my workplace:

Here he is hanging out at one of my many computer stations, doing his best to keep me from getting work done.

Oh, and here he is, taking a break from distracting me, to hunt down the dreaded Red Baron with my Snoopy wall decor:

I can't wait until I actually do something exciting enough to truly merit a wallet card picture.

In the interim, back to arranging seating charts, tracking down RSVPs, designing place cards and programs, arranging catering orders and packing boxes of decorations, I go.  When I'm not at work, that is.  There I'll be fixing computers, setting up sound equipment, designing fliers and all sorts of other stuff that's not visually exciting enough to warrant photographs.

But, then again, there are some vacations on the horizon and our honeymoon trip, of course. Hopefully, Gracie, my (near) future wife and I get so see some amazing sights throughout our first year of marriage!