Saturday, April 15, 2017

Going Postal at Hobby Lobby

It's the day before Easter and I'm just now putting together a small basket of goodies for my wife. Since I'm a bonafide guy, of course I waited until the day before to assemble this gift - isn't that the grown man tradition?  Although, I must admit, I did do some early preparation for the good deed.  A couple of days ago, I strolled into the local Hobby Lobby in search of some crafting supplies, as I'd decided to get crafty with parts of said Easter basket.

However, I didn't take into consideration what I was wearing while wandering around the notably conservative craft store.  I could feel eyes on me as I meandered up and down each aisle.  I know what you're wondering, what could I have possibly worn that upset the crowd of old retirees and rich soccer moms that populate such an establishment?




The answer is a t-shirt for a band that's been around for 40 years now and whose frontman apparently has spoken fondly of Donald Trump in recent weeks.  But, they have the word "Sex" in their name; so apparently, they are still lewd, scary and threatening to the patrons of Hobby Lobby.  Also, the sheer oddity of a bearded man in a punk rock t-shirt buying beads and colored jewelry wire could have also been the reason for the stares.  My demographic was certainly not well-represented in the establishment.

At any rate, I definitely felt uncomfortable and, as soon as I found my needed materials, I was happy to get the heck out of Dodge,  That said, I couldn't help but make a quick trip to their "collector's aisle" in the back of the store before I made my retreat.  Filled with models cars, HO scale railroad set paraphernalia, stamp stuff, and card-collecting supplies.  While I was there to make a gift for someone else, I decided to grab a little treat for myself too.  Spoiler alert:  it wasn't from the card-collecting supply portion of the aisle, either:




Yea, I grabbed a starter kit for stamp collecting; I ventured a little bit off of the beaten path.

In my life, I've collected A LOT of thing - baseball cards, records, watches, rubber wristbands, band t-shirts (like the one I was wearing!), action figures, 1:64 scale die-cast, coins and so on and so forth.  Since I was a kid, I've basically collected everything, so it's bit strange that one of the few things that I've never really dabbled in is stamp collecting, one of the world's oldest collecting interests.  My mother has a book full of them and tried to pass them on to me, at one point, but they just never drew me in.

That's truly not about to change any time soon either.  I did't grab this "Famous American Men" starter pack in order to kick off a new collecting habit.  I grabbed this cellophane wrapped cardboard envelope in hopes of finding some baseball-related stamps for my baseball card collection.  After all, both feature pictures of famous people and hold collectible value - they're basically cousins.

For a couple of bucks, I shrugged my shoulders and figured, "why not?"  It's something different.





Lo and behold, I was not skunked.  Baseball immortals Lou Gehrig and Babe Ruth were featured front and center on the packaging, but the disclaimer of "stamps included may vary" had me doubting whether or not they'd be included.  Success!

As you can see, these stamps have already been mailed or cancelled, as evidenced by the markings inked over their pictures, so that's a bit of a drag. The "luckiest man in the world" appears on a 25 cent stamp, issued on June 10, 1989 from Cooperstown, as part of a set which honors athletes from the era of 1903-41. Meanwhile, the "Sultan of Swat" shows up on a 20 cent piece issued on July 6, 1983, released in conjunction with the 50th anniversary of baseball's All-Star Game.

These two Yankees were the only baseball or sports-related personalities to fall out of the envelope (no Cubs - womp, womp), but there were still several other "famous men" who caught my attention.



Oh look, a controversial in his time musician - how appropriate for a purchase made during my Sex Pistols snafu.  Elvis the Pelvis shows his mug (but not his hips, heaven forbid!), in beautiful, bold colors, on this 29 cent stamp from 1993.

Presley was the only musician of the bunch, but this next fella sure knew how to drop some mad lyrics:



Edgar Allen Poe - god to every emo and goth kid from my age bracket.  This acclaimed poet shows up on a considerably older stamp, a 3 cent piece that dates from way back in 1949.  Ooooh, antiquey!

To make up the rest of the "stamp repack," we have a few presidents...





...and some other, miscellaneous and notable Americans.  All except the Bobby Kennedy example appear to date from the 1930's or 1940's.


With that, we've reached the end of this random pack of stamps.

Overall, nothing here was super rare, of high value (even in mint condition), or even particularly notable; however, like a baseball card repack, those aren't the goals for this starter kit.  What they are is fascinating little bits of American ephemera that make a great jumping off point for a blossoming collector.  I shan't be one of them, but I did get my baseball-tinged stamps; so, overall, I'm calling this a win.

Meanwhile, I should probably get off Blogger and wrap up this whole Easter Basket thing - I do have less than a day's worth of time left, after all. "Ironman Lou" and the "Colossus of Clout" will make for great additions to my random baseball oddballs accumulation.  In fact, while I've stated that I never collected stamps outright, they won't even be the first such pieces to enter into any of my collections.  Like I said, trading cards and postage stamps are basically cousins.

Also, the Sex Pistols are still scary to old people.






Friday, April 14, 2017

Getting Cross at Work

When I was a kid, I watched a ton of Thomas the Tank Engine.  This ongoing series of stories about talking locomotives was about as English of a show as you could have - the thickly-accented Ringo Starr was the narrator, the setting of the Island of Sodor was a fictional British Isle, and the dialogue used a ton of slang and terminology from land of Queen Elizabeth.  As a result, when I was in the single digits of age, I often referred to trucks as "lorries," railroads as "railways," trash as "rubbish," and anger as "getting cross."

I know - I was so cultured as a child.  What happened?

Speaking of such linguistics, yesterday I got cross while at work.  No, a student didn't give me attitude, a co-worker didn't leave my computer lab in a mess, nor did track practice go poorly.  In this situation, getting cross was actually a good thing.




I got Jeff Cross into my Cubs All-Time Roster Collection by submitting a best offer of a couple bucks on a Ebay listing that kept getting re-listed.  Perhaps the seller was a bit "cross" that he couldn't move Cross?

One of middle infielder Jeff Cross' only baseball card appearances comes courtesy of oddball overlords TCMA, via a team-centric checklist, in the year 1975.  The no-frills set in which Mr. Cross appears is one that honors the St. Louis Cardinals of 1942-46.  Why that particular, seemingly randomly selected time  span, you ask?  Well, those dynastic Cards managed to make it to the World Series in four out of the five years, while winning three rings along the way -  not bad, eh?  Here's hoping the Cubs' current run extends to the point of rivaling those Redbirds!

Cross was a bit player on those deeply talented rosters.  While names such as Slaughter, Musial, and Schoendienst carried the club to the promised land, year in and year out, Cross only appeared in 50 total games:



And this is where I learned that Jeff was short for Joffre - I think I'd go by Jeff too, if I were him.

As you can see, most of Joffre's... errr, Jeff's.... inactivity in the Major Leagues during this time was due to the call of Uncle Sam.  After making his MLB debut with a single game cameo in '42, Jeff (like many a baseball player) was drafted into the business of killin' Nazis for three seasons.  Eventually, he made his return to baseball during the 1946 season, but failed to lock down a regular spot on the St. Louis roster.

As you can see in the stat-line above, the 27-year old utility man batted an anemic .217 in his return to baseball duty and things only got worse from there.  Cross crossed under the Mendoza line (waayyyyyy under), barely cracking .100 during in the next campaign.  Yikes.



Someone managed to snap a picture of Cross in a Cubs uni.
Image courtesy of BaseballBirthdays.com



Nevertheless, the Cubs came a-callin' in 1948, purchasing his contract from their National League rivals that May.  Chicago found themselves with a bit of black hole at second base, after having demoted their main starter for the decade, Don Johnson, to the minors.  The Cubs gave Cross one last shot in the Bigs, to claim a vacant role, as he, Hank Schenz and Emil Verban duked it out to man the keystone.  Unfortunately for him, Jeff did not seize his moment, again flailing to a .100 batting average in 20-at bats.

Spoiler alert - this star-crossed middle infielder didn't win the three-way race.  Schenz saw most of the action in '48, before giving way to Verban for '49.



Cross' competition up the middle with the Cubbies.


Meanwhile, Jeff Cross was promptly banished to the bushes after his brief, 16-game trial.  He was sent to the Texas League Shreveport Sports where he made his final 81 professional appearances.  At season's end, the now 29-year old officially bid the diamond adieu, never again taking the field in the Majors or the minors.

After retiring from baseball, the newly minted private citizen planted his roots in Texas, where he worked for forty years in the insurance business out of Houston. Cross retired in 1988 and passed away at the age of 78 on July 23, 1997.




Back to baseball cards, as you can see above, Cross isn't the first card from this set that I've obtained.  Apparently, the Cubs raided the Cardinals waste bin a few times in those days, as his teammates Coaker Triplett and Harry Walker will attest.  With crossing Cross off of my needed list, his card becomes the third from the 1975 TCMA 1942-1946 St. Louis Cardinals checklist to enter into my binder.  That seems like a lot for such a niche offering, to me anyway.

The cards themselves are, like most offerings from TCMA, quite basic.  By that, I do not mean that they wear UGG boots, yoga pants and sip from Starbucks cups in their free time; no, what I'm trying to say is that there isn't much to the design of the product.  Black and white picture, cream-colored border, name, position, and set title - the anti-Pacific, if you will.  The backs are especially sparse, featuring the player's full name and stats from the declared period in what appears to by typewritten text, with no bio or any other extra flare.  I can almost hear the cards saying, "just the facts, ma'am."




With that, the facts are that I was anything but cross about tracking down the Cross card for my CATRC binder.  After watching that listing come and go for several months, I finally submitted a best offer that I was comfortable with and now it will be mine.  Patience is a virtue, right?  When I receive my winnings and insert Jeff into my binder, I will have 1,484 out of 2,055 Chicago Cubs in my collection; that's good for a 72.21% completion rate.

My next goal is to "cross" the 75% mark.  Also, to use more international puns.  I apologize in advance - you can blame Thomas the Tank Engine.





Tuesday, April 11, 2017

RIP Coach Amaro

 
This post is incredibly late - darn near two weeks past due, at this point - but, better late than never, right?

On March 31, longtime Big League player, scout, coach and minor league skipper Ruben Amaro, Sr. passed away at the age of 81.  The former Gold Glove shortstop for the Cardinals, Phillies, Yankees, and Angels was your prototypical all glove, no bat middle infielder throughout the 1960's, with a career batting average of .234 and OPS of .545.  Nevertheless, he was so reliable up the middle that he even earned some down-ballot MVP votes in 1964.

His teammates were quite fond of him as well,  as Yankee teammate Jim Bouton mentioned in  Ball Four.  “He’s the kind of guy, well, there’s a dignity to him and everyone likes and respects him.”




 Ruben with the Phillies on his 1962 Topps card




 Although Ruben may be best remembered for his days as a regular in the "City of Brotherly Love" lineup or for his injury-plagued stint in the "City that Never Sleeps," Ruben also has a very strong connection to the "Windy City's" Northside nine, as well.  In fact, the senior Amaro was a member of the coaching staff for one of Wrigley's most beloved squads.

After injuries effectively ended his playing career after the 1969 season, Ruben Amaro turned to coaching in order to extend his tenure in professional baseball.  All in all, I think we safely say that Ruben proved his worth, as the baseball lifer spent over 50 years in dugouts and diamonds across the country and across the world (he was elected to the Mexican Baseball Hall of Fame in 1986) before he was through.

Initially moving to the front office with the Phillies, in 1972, Amaro became a Phillies assistant to Dallas Green, who was then the team’s director of minor leagues and scouting. Ruben and his former teammate eventually helped to lead the Phightin' Phils to their first World Series title in 1980, with Green as the field manager and Amaro as the Latin America Coordinator.  Shortly thereafter, when Green moved to the Second City to try and break another championship drought, Amaro followed his colleague to Chicago, joining the on-field coaching staff in 1983.




Anyone have an extra copy of this 7-11 sponsored team issue?




While we Chicago baseball fanatics may wax poetic about such luminaries as Sandberg, Sutcliffe, Smith, and Eckersley, the men behind the scenes were just as important to that team's surprising success.  Working as the third base coach and infielder tutor, Amaro and the 1984 NL East Division Champions came oh-so-close to slaying that Billy Goat.  As it was, Ruben used that success as a springboard into managerial aspirations, first with the Detroit Tigers organization, then the Petroleros de Minatitlán of the Mexican League, before returning to helm the Williamsport and Rockford Cubbies from 1996-98.

Sadly, despite his baseball acumen, Ruben Amaro never got the call to lead a Major League ballclub; although, he received an interview as late as the year 2000.  “I was not only Latin, but my family was also a bit dark,” Amaro said in 2011. “My time came too early.”  He eventually returned to the Philly organization to work under his son and the franchise's GM, Ruben Amaro, Jr., in various capacities.  It was the Phillies who owned Ruben's heart, though he did hold a special fondness for a certain other MLB city:

“I never wanted to leave the Phillies – never,” Amaro once stated. “The times I left, they were the biggest boo-boos of my life. Not so much the first time, though, because I joined Dallas Green with the Cubs and he built something, which I don’t think he gets enough credit for.”




 Amaro and Green share an embrace in the midst of their World Series celebration.
 Image courtesy of The Desert Sun.



Clearly, he held a special place in his heart for the Cubs and a healthy respect for the General Manager that lead the "Lovable Losers" out of the doldrums and into Chicago's hearts.  In an odd twist of fate, Ruben lost his battle with cancer just over a week after his longtime compatriot Dallas Green passed away due to kidney failure and pneumonia.  These long-time, well-respected baseball lifers will forever be linked in life and in death.

 In addition to his son, Ruben Jr., Amaro Sr. is survived by his wife, Lilia, four other children and seven grandchildren.  While most might remember Ruben Amaro, Sr. as a Philadelphia Phillie, to me and the coaches section of my CATRC, he'll always be an affable coach for Dallas Green's Chicago Cubs. 

RIP Ruben- sorry it took so long for me to properly acknowledge you.

Monday, April 10, 2017

Popping a Blister

The weather in the Chicagoland area was absolutely B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L this past weekend.  Temperatures in the sixties and seventies, crisp sunshine all throughout the daytime hours, the rain finally went away after what felt like 40 days and 40 nights... one really couldn't ask for better in Chicago during the early spring time.  So, what'd I do to make the most of this wonderful outdoor situation?  Why, I went to the mall of course - duh!

Oh... you thought I'd have some story revolving around being outside, didn't you?  Whoopsy daisy.
There's always next weekend.

While I may not have made the most of this unicorn of Chicago weather, I definitely do not feel like my weekend was a waste.  This Sunday, while at the Orland Square Mall in south suburban Orland Park, I came across an item that I've been hunting feverishly for several weeks now.  Thank goodness the wife decided that she wanted Cheesecake Factory for lunch!

After downing a large bowl of gumbo and a massive slice of strawberry cheesecake, the wife and I decided that we should probably try to work off some of those calories.  Being the responsible, American consumers that we are, a lap or two around the attached shopping mall seemed like the most appropriate way to do so.





While she found entertainment in stores like Lush, Francesca's and Charlotte Russe, I was content to meander through the Square's not one, not two, not three, but FOUR sports memorabilia stores.  Seems like over-saturating the market to me, but what do I know?  Gotta capitalize on those Cubbies, I suppose.

After perusing the newly-christened Clark Street Sports location, Plaque's Plus, and Brewery Collectibles, taking note of all the new Cubs knick-knacks, I found nothing that truly caught my eye.  After all, I'm a card-carrying card collector - I don't have much use for memorabilia that's not shaped into a 2.5" x 3.5" rectangle.  I have my Sandberg Cubs jersey that I'll never have to update (always buy a legend, kiddies) and I've sported the same now-dirty blue, Cubs hat for over ten years now.  I don't particularly need anymore swag, nor do I have use for such novelties as Cubs lawn gnomes or wooden trains.

The final stop in my sports-themed retail tour was Lid's Chicago Locker Room - aka, their place to peddle all of their non-hat items.  It was here that I somewhat surprisingly came across the item that I'd been frustrated in trying to track down for a few weeks:





No, not the key-chain; the piece of baseball ephemera that I'd be tracking like a hunter in the Serengeti was the 2017 Topps Factory Team Set for the Chicago Cubs.  Walking around a lot in five year old shoes oftentimes leads to blisters, but blister packs of baseball cards?  Hot dog!

This collated set of 17 cards includes all of the major players from the defending World Series Champion powerhouse and comes packaged in blister pack form.  The fairly unassuming and unheralded, souvenir-type issue is one of my most anticipated releases, year in and year out, which is why I've been stalking all of the local big box chains (Target and Walmart) since they first started popping up, sometime last moth.

These are the one kind of blister that this runner doesn't mind popping up.

Why do I care so much about these cards - they're just the Cubs Flagship cards from Series One, right?  Well, yes that is what makes up the bulk of the plastic bubble:




The only thing different here is that the Topps logo lacks foil and, honestly, I think that is a much better look and easier to read.  Furthermore, if you flip these "repeats" from Series One over, you'll notice something different about them:





Much like Opening Day, the social media handles have been replaced by a generic Topps hashtag.  Also, in the upper right corner, a discerning eye will notice that these cards are numbered with their own system, in order to indicate that these cards have different origins.  As an added bonus, just below that, they actually remove all shadow of a doubt and tell you outright that these cards hail from the sealed team sets, rather than the Flagship packs.

In summation, Topps appeals to the "gotta collect 'em all" nature of our hobby by tweaking a few things on their already established product and re-release them into the wild.  Just like retail/hobby exclusive parallels, Opening Day, and the inevitable torrent of reprints, Topps can collect an extra 8 bucks per pop with very little work.  From marketing and profiting standpoints, it's really quite genius; from a collecting standpoint, it's annoying and OCD-triggering.

Obviously, that's not much reason to be excited about a product and, if that's all these blisters were, I'd welcome them with the same temperament that I do those puss-filled pustules on the bottom of my running-thrashed feet.  In order to fully entice collectors, Topps has to offer a little extra incentive:





If you can read this blurry scan of the back packaging, you'll see there's more to these packs than what initially meets the eyes.  The three names that I have circled in red did not appear in Series One of Flagship and, in fact, are making their Cubs baseball card debut*.  Therefore, I needed these puppies for my Cubs All-Time Roster Collection.

With that, that's how these cards...





...ended up replacing these cards...





In my Cubs All-Time Roster Collection binder and my pages look infinitely better because of it.  Cubbie Blue just works so much more with this collection than Royal Blue, Oriole Orange, what should be Padres Brown.  Of course, I'm biased, but whatever.  The Photoshopping looks good too; not too unnatural.

So far in the young 2017 season, all three of these off-season additions have proven to be valuable  reinforcements.  Wade Davis has already racked up a pair of saves and Koji Uehara has yet to give up a run in three appearances setting the former up.  On the other side of the ball, platoon outfielder Jon Jay is batting a robust .364 thus far.  So far, so good.

While these Cubbie debuts were the main draw for me, that's not all that these factory-sealed packs uniquely provide to collectors.  Additionally, the consumer can find previews of what's to come in Series Two:





For instance, here's three key cogs who didn't make an appearance in the first series and now we now what their cards will most likely look like in the next wave.  As neat as that is, I think the most notable thing here though is that Getty managed to snap a picture of John Lackey on the mound where he doesn't look downright ornery.  Also, I love the follow-through picture chosen for the Javy Baez card, but I do wish that they zoomed out just a touch more - let us see the scene around him (and all of his hands)!




Here are four more guys who didn't make an appearance in Series One, at least not in the traditional sense.  All four of these men ranked with the league leaders in the categories of ERA (Lester, Hendricks), pitching wins (Lester, Arrieta) or RBI (Rizzo) and, thus, appeared on League Leader cards.  Since this is the first year that each of the top three for each stat has gotten their own, individual cards, one could be forgiven for thinking that these were their traditional base cards - I know I did, initially.

I imagine that this is the reason why Topps decided to save these heavy hitters for Series Two.

Lastly, one other thing that these blister packs oftentimes include is slightly different versions of the already released base cards, excepting the already discussed variations on the backsides.  Sometimes, they change up the front of the cards, as well:




As this Kris Bryant card exemplifies - card one in both Flagship and the Cubs set - it's not uncommon to find re-cropped images on the front.  In the spirit of Highlights Magazine, can you spot the difference here?



Okay, so that should have been pretty obvious - the layout has changed from horizontal in S1 to vertical in the factory pack.  As someone who has an unfair, inherent dislike for horizontally layed out cards, I am usually in favor of such a switch.  This case is no different, as the "lower third graphic" takes up much less space on the horizontally oriented piece.  Although, like the Baez card from earlier, it's still cropped way too tightly.

In conclusion, that's what these factory team set blister packs have to offer:  new card numbers for old cards, re-worked versions of previous cards, Series Two previews, and, most importantly, some franchise baseball card debuts.  On the latter point, without the cards of Davis, Uehara, and Jay, there's no way I'd be plopping down any money on this stuff - I'm a sucker for Cubs debuts and Cubgrading.

Anybody else plop down some dinero for a pack?  Who appears for the first time in their new duds for your favorite franchise?

I wish all blisters offered up new Cubs cards when popped.




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* Wade Davis appears as a Cub in the concurrently released Gypsy Queen product.  If anyone has a copy of that card available for trade, I'd love to take it off of your hands!

Friday, April 7, 2017

New Kids on the Block


I think we can all agree that the baseball card market could use some more players.  Maybe it's just because I grew up in the era of Topps, Upper Deck, Fleer, Donruss and a seemingly innumerable amount of off-shoot brands, but I've always felt that variety is the spice of life.  I mean, Topps is the industry standard and, more or less, produce top-notch collectibles; however, competition breeds creation and innovation.  As it stands, the market feels kind of... I don't know... stale?

Every year, for the most part, we get the same brands, the same players, a few ridiculously high-end sets, while the lower-end collector constantly feels forgotten.  I think we can all agree that there's enough room in this hobby for some new content, products for both the uber high end and the dime box low end, and love for the Kris Bryants and Bryce Harpers, as well as the middle relievers and back-up catchers.

Sure, Panini and a rebooted Leaf have hung around to fill in some of this gap; but, since Topps has an exclusive license with Major League Baseball, they're logo-less products just can't quite measure up in full.  Other upstarts like Platinum Series Baseball have come and gone, without being able to take foothold.  Enter Honus Bonus Fantasy Baseball.




Taking their moniker from one of the most famed names in baseball history, fittingly, Honus Bonus Partners certainly has lofty expectations.  Again, in an era of exclusive licenses, HBP does not have official permissions from the MLB head honchos; although, like Panini, they did manage to secure the MLPA's nod.  As such, these new kids on the block seek to blend two bedfellows who actually don't seem so strange together:  baseball cards and fantasy baseball.

Featuring a vast, 500-card checklist (with Career Milestone and Sketch Card inserts), Honus Bonus cardsare available as a traditional, pack-based product.  However, as a fresh face in the market, their list of physical vendors is not yet expansive.  As such, the easiest way to get your hands on this product (currently) is through their online store.  Unfortunately, you're limited to a 24-pack box or 20-box case -  too much of an investment for this guy to sample a product.

Luckily, for those who create an account on their website to play the fantasy game, get a free 30-card online sampler for their troubles.  That's where the Kyle Hendricks "card" you see above comes from.  Think of it as their very own version of Bunt.






The actual cards feature scratch-off codes which, when entered into their system, unlock that player and their digital card for use on your fantasy roster.  Personally, I've never been much for fantasy sports - but, if it incorporates cards, it's going to attract my eyes.  As you can see above, along with the reigning NL ERA champion, I got a thorough sampler, featuring one card for each of the 30 teams in the MLB.

There's a reason for that, in this fantasy game, one must play one player and one player only from each of the clubs.  You can't stack your roster with both Kris Bryant and Anthony Rizzo with Jon Lester on the mound; nope, your roster must incorporate one member of the Marlins, Padres, White Sox, et al, as well.




Now, if you have a particularly keen eye, you might have noticed that I have 31 cards and two Philadelphia Phillies.  That's because after you receive your initial sampler, you can request one additional, randomized free card, per request, in order to continue to build your roster reserves.  They're doesn't appear to be a limit on those requests either.  Since the physical product is fairly elusive in it's early stages, this could prove to be quite helpful to prospective players.


Luckily, the first period for official game play in Honus Bonus doesn't officially begin until May, so you have until April 30th to build those lineups.  Whether you choose to do so with real or digital cards is up to you.  For the full rules and regulations for HBP, I highly suggest you visit their official website, as there no way I can adequately condense them into this blog post.  I will say that there are some significant monetary prizes up for grabs.




 Here's a pair of short-term, former Cubs


As for the design of the game cards, they feature white borders, plus a nameplate and an inner frame which remind me of an olden days movie theater.  The colors of this frame are apparently assigned at random, with no team correlation.  Speaking of colors, the player pictured is actually completely devoid of color, gray-scaled on a full-color background.  I can't say I'm a huge fan of this choice, as it really takes the focus of the observer away from the subject at hand.  Perhaps a gray'ed out background with a colorized player  would have been a better decision?

Furthermore, the fronts provide no first names or team affiliations for the players, not even the generic city designations provided by other, unlicensed products.  I presume the physical cards will have these details on the backside, but the digital copies don't permit you to turn the cards over.  At least, I hope this information is available on the real cards.

All in all, these cards feel a little jumbled, but I like the movie theater-esque borders.  Not bad for a first effort, though some correlation on the colors used would have really been swell.  At any rate, I can tell you that I'd like to sample the actual, physical product before I form my final opinion on Honus Bonus baseball cards. 






One thing that the blossoming Honus Bonus Partners, LLC has going for it is their captain - Steve Charendoff.  If that names sounds a touch familiar, that's because Mr. Charendoff also currently owns Rittenhouse Archives, Ltd., one of today's foremost entertainment-themed trading card companies.  I think it's safe to expect that this mogul knows a thing or two about the market.

Whether or not this mashup of trading cards and fantasy baseball will succeed has yet to be seen (obviously).  If you're a true fantasy guru, the fiscally responsible thing to do would be to simply build your roster through the online freebies.  If you're a dedicated baseball card collector, obviously your interest would be piqued by the actual cardboard game "pieces."  In the wise words of Dodgeball's Pepper Knight, "That's a bold strategy, Cotton.  Let's see if it pays off."

Perhaps the fantasy tie-in is the niche that HBP needs to corner it's own share of the card market, where other hopeful brands failed.  No matter what, I'm certainly pleased to see something new pop up and you can expect a follow up post if and when I track some actual packs or singles down.

Good luck, new kids on the block!  Just take things "step by step" and "please don't go."





Thursday, April 6, 2017

Body and Mind

I probably should have heard about this sooner.

As a student athlete in both high school and college who is now the coach of a few dozen student athletes of a new generation, National Student Athlete Day is something I should have previously been familiar with.  On the other hand, it's just another one of those fake holidays that fill out the calendar and draw attention to otherwise niche causes, items, or events.  However, while I might be a touch biased, why shouldn't we celebrate the hard work that student athletes undergo in both the classroom and in the field.

That delicate balance between keeping up with your studies while simultaneously keeping on top of your athletic game is not something that should ever be taken lightly.  Heck, for "bigger" sports and programs, it's comparable to a full-time job.  For eight years, I did little more than study and run.  Of course, I was a touch socially awkward, but that's not important right now...

So, in honor of the student athlete and the great sacrifices they make for the betterment of their mind and body, here are a few cards of future Cubbies, back when they were still hazily shuffling between the classroom and the training room in college:



Jeff Samardzija
University of Notre Dame Fightin' Irish




 Michael Tucker
Longwood University Lancers




 Brooks Kieschnick
University of Texas at Austin Longhorns




 Brooks Raley
Texas A&M University Aggies




 Bob Howry
McNeese State University Cowboys




 Scott Maine
University of Miami Hurricanes




 Mike Olt
University of Connecticut Huskies



Kevin Orie
Indiana University Hoosiers




Matt Szczur
Villanova University Wildcats


Oh yea - if you didn't already know, spare outfielder Matt Szczur was a two-sport star during his days as a student athlete, making his balance all the more delicate.  In fact, when the Cubs drafted him in 2010, they had to offer the wide receiver a fairly significant signing bonus to keep him out of the NFL draft.  All in all, his tale is quite similar to the story of Jeff Samaradzija, at a somewhat lower profile.

Speaking of football, as a bonus, here are a handful of future Chicago Bears from their days as a collegians:




 Prince Amukamara
University of Nebraska Cornhuskers



 
 Rashaan Salaam
University of Colorado Boulder Buffaloes




 Hroniss Grasu
University of Oregon Ducks

 


 Daniel Braverman
Western Michigan University Broncos




 Leonard Floyd
University of Georgia Bulldogs




Jordan Howard
Indiana University Hoosiers


Whether or not top-tier NCAA football players actually fulfill the "student" portion of the student athlete  moniker is up for some debate, but let's not get into that here.

Lastly, here's the only hockey card that I have the depicts the college days of a future Chicago Blackhawk.  I suppose it would be appropriate to tack this on to this particular post, as well:




Kip Miller
Michigan State University Spartans



Kip Miller might have been a journeyman in the pros, who only played in 10 games with the Blackhawks during the 1995-96 season, but he was a beast in college.  Mr. Miller won the Hobey Baker Award in 1990, which is given annually to the top NCAA men's ice hockey player.

If I had any scanned, this is where I would include some Animal House-era Chicago Bulls, for the sake of covering all of my main collections; however, I have none in the queue nor do I have access to that binder right now.  Oh well.

There you have it - a hefty sampling of student athletes who went on to be professional athletes that blew through the Windy City, all in honor of National Student Athlete Day.  It may be a "fake" holiday, but if you coach any, know any, or are related to any, today would be a good day to recognize the hard they put into keeping their grades high and their physical fitness up.  Like I mentioned earlier, it's a delicate balance that takes great responsibility, hard work, and mental fortitude to maintain.

Today, my student athletes will be celebrating by running practice before hustling off to the Science Fair immediately thereafter.  See what I mean?