I did some research, and I found out that this place is (literally) right next to the Delaware Memorial Bridge. Of all the times I've crossed that bridge from South Jersey to The Republic of Fairfax, why didn't I think of doing a B&E?
Anyway, I thought I'd share some of the cards I got as part of last year's Million Card Giveaway. For the record, I declined all cards from the 80s, 90s, and 00s. I only chose to accept cards from 1979 and later. So, if you get a bunch of 1988 Tim Teufel cards in the Diamond Giveaway, you'll know who to blame.
This 1973 card of Dave Nelson may very well have the worst action photo I've ever seen on a baseball card. When two guys on the other team are bigger than the alleged subject, you know it's pretty bad.
Forget Pete Rose, this guy may be the most deserving former Cincinnati Red NOT in the Hall of Fame. I just found out, right now, in doing research for this blogpost that he died in 1995. Shame.
Speaking of Hall of Famers, this guy's not only in the Baseball Hall of Fame, but in the Professional Mustache Rider's Hall of Fame. Now you know why Rollie kept that handle-bar for all those years. Yeah...
This '67 Topps of professional innings-eater Wilbur "376.2 IP" Wood was the worst card I got, condition wise. You may not be able to see it, but there's a big crease running parallel to Wilbur's eyebrows.
ZOMG!!! THEY ACTUALLY SPELLED HIS NAME RIGHT!!!
"The Psychedelic Tombstones" would have been a great name for an early-70s acid-rock band. Speaking of which...
If you haven't seen this cartoon about Doc's legendary no-hitter, DO IT NOW!!!
I was lucky to get two 1950s cards. This is one...
...and this is the other. Yes kids, that's a '53 high-number. And yes kids, that's the same Ed O'Brien from Jim Bouton's Ball Four.
And the Piece de Resistance... The best card I got out of the Million Card Giveaway...
Ruben Amaro played 12 seasons in the Majors for the Cardinals, Phillies, Yankees, and Angels. But that's not his most important contribution to the game of baseball, for Ruben would go on to sire a child. A child who followed in his father's footsteps, playing seven season in the Big Leagues himself. But then, would join the front office, climb the corporate ladder, and go on to build the greatest pitching staff in the history of baseball. Halladay, Lee, Oswalt, Hamels. It would have never happened with the man on this card.
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