Monday, August 17, 2009
...and, yes, that's our gang sign (it's dos equis and a quesadilla- although I guess you could argue that it's a taco).
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Here's a double shoutout to the man responsible for our recent offensive explosion... or something like that. What's the over/ under on his firing? I'm putting my money on September 2010.
Until recently, my only memory of ol' Randy consisted of him being the other warm body ushered out of town with Krukkie. I was heartbroken- and it had nothing to do with Ready's departure.
I scanned and uploaded ths card back in January with plans of posting it the day he went in The Hall. Whoops! However, my pot-addled memory doesn't take a thing away from the FACT that Rickey was the greatest player to ever step foot on the diamond. Even if he were a surly cockass ala Bonds, his greatness would still be undeniable. Fortunately for all of us, Rickey was, and still is, a gracious man of the people. Many old white men have derided his flashiness and confidence but there are few athletes I'd consider acceptable role-models for my potential children... and Rickey's right up there.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I thought that how SD fans supported Kouz through his slow start in his rookie season was classy and respectable. The backlash he's receiving now seems to negate that. Kevin established himself with a strong rookie campaign despite the aforementioned poor exit from the gate. His sophomore season was derailed by injury and nearly everybody I've heard utter his name as of recent is ready to write him off barely a month into this season. As for me, well, I'm not quite ready to lump him with Joe Charboneau just yet...
Monday, May 4, 2009
When somebody shoves a gun in your face, you tend to do what they say; I raised my hands and slowly lowered myself face first on the floor until I was handcuffed and dragged onto the porch with the rest of my friends as three misguided departments of law enforcement set upon destroying the house. During this time we were asked if anyone had any drugs or weapons and I volunteered my meager two grams, max bag of herbal... this turned out to be the only drugs on the premesis so they hauled me to regional on a ticketable offense, both to save face by having something to show for their full-scale failure and to try to pump me for information about things I know nothing about. Good times...
Thursday, April 16, 2009
My story picks up the next day. It was about half past midnight and I was sitting on my friends couch putting my shoes on to head to the bar. It had been what Ice Cube and everybody else would consider a good day; we had a cookout with lots of friends and every type of meat you can think of throwing on a grill. I took a little nap around ten, got up an hour later to five friends sitting in the living room, drank a couple of beers, reached into my pocket for my glass piece and my meager sack of kind when...
"BLAM!" The door flew open and instantly there was a gun in each of our faces.
(to be continued.)
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Well, my wife and I have been on the outs yet again so I temporarily relocated to my friends' house in my life long hometown. My second day there, I went to my childhood cardstore for the first time in ten years and bought, amongst other things, a box of 1991 Classic. Along with Big Gillie, I pulled a Rondell White and several other eventual Padres. My prize pull, even more awesome than a Single-A Giles, was a Single-A card of Paul Fletcher. I already had that card, signed, from when he did an appearance at that very cardstore as he's one of two guys from Ravenswood to make the Majors- the other being my across-the-street-neighbor Larry Carter but it was still cool to pull him from a pack...
(story continued tomorrow)
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Ironically, these poignant portraits of hopelessness in action were snapped during a rare stretch of mild success. During my research process for this particular project (Doesn't that sound so much more credible than "While I was googling shit for my stupid blog that nobody reads..."?), I was somewhat stunned to find that the Padres of my youth weren't as bad as I 'misremembered'. I really had no idea that in the eleven seasons of 1982 (best year ever) through 1992 we had only three losing seasons:
'86, '87 and '90. The one thing that I found fascinating about 1990 is that Trader Jack McKeon and Greg Riddoch each managed half of the season and ended with identical .463 records. This is the point where I'm practically obligated to say "But I digress..."
Nonetheless, what the hell, Leaf? What possessed your people to believe that kids want to rip a pack of primos just to see their heroes looking like total asses?
Friday, March 13, 2009
It's crazy; I have exponentially more late 80s to mid/ late 90s cards (Pads and otherwise) than anything else but for some reason I'm constantly featuring and blathering about current ones. Maybe it's because they're still novel to me as opposed to the stacks of Padres past which I've perused repeatedly to the point that they're only slightly less weathered than my first copy of Ball Four (if, for some strange reason, you haven't read the greatest book ever written by anybody about anything, come back later to see what I've written about CY- right now it's much more imperative that you go straight to amazon.com or your friendly local bookstore) or possibly it could be that these players are fresher in my mind therefore easier to come up with cohesive thoughts about. I mean, seriously, what the hell am I gonna say about Roberto Friggin Petagine?
At any rate, here's my favorite of five Pads I scored the other day from a half-off ten pack box of 08 Topps. This particular quadrilateral commemorates the five shutouts occurring around the league on May 30, 2007. I'm equal parts amazed and pleased that CY got front billing amidst a cast including Zito, Lowe, Bedard and Sergio Mitre. None of the starters pitched an actual shutout, all bowing out to their respective bullpens.
On a side note, I went to the game the day before this one and it was definitely not the sort of affair worth printing a card about. Boomer Wells started, Li'l Giles got tossed early and, yeah, we lost.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Kevin over at Card "O" The Day posted an oddball card today which, in turn, triggered me to dig up and dust off this bad mofo. I don't have a cool story or any old photos taken by a relative to go along with it but I'm sure we can all agree that it's still one pretty sweet card. I've never seen another card like this- it was printed in 1986 by TCMA and numbered "11 - PAD" which makes me curious who the other ten or so guys were...
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Oh yeah, I almost forgot... Go Team Mexico!
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009
I really, really hope that the White Sox suck enough this year for Ozzie Guillen and his whole staff to get fired so Joey can come here and have the job that we should have given him two years ago.
Friday, February 27, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
When I mentioned Krukkie at the end of my last entry I realized that I had yet to post one of his cards. Improbable, I know, as he is the sole purpose I became a baseball fan in the first place, nevermind a Padres fan. How does a white trash five year old who's never been west of the Ohio River become a San Diego fan? It's pretty simple, actually- I just showed up to kindergarten and the only kid in my class related to a professional athlete was Andrew Kruk. It didn't take long for me to become as fully immersed in Friardom as a kid in West Virginia could be in 1988- which is to say I read their box score in the paper every day and studied their baseball cards like a pederast studies a playground. Within a year he was sent off to Philadelphia but it was too late for me; I was already sucked in. I still followed Kruk's career but couldn't shake the soul sickness that is being a Padres fan.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
I'm really excited that it's already almost that time of year where we spend half of our time texting back and forth about the Padres. I think my thumbs might need an extended Spring Training to prepare for six arduous months of bemusement, frustration, and dismay...
Friday, February 6, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
I went to the store earlier to pick up some delicious Dos Equis (Ambar) and figured I might as well piss away some money on 3 1/2 by 2 1/2" slabs of cardboard along with fellow impulse buys of beef jerky and Season 5 of The Simpsons. I got a box of 2008 Upper Deck Timeline and one of those ten pack repacks with the hopes of pulling some memories of Padres past. Out of those ten shitty packs, I got CY with the Rangers and one of the Pads and Giants lined up before Opening Day '06. Yay. The one Padre I got from the new box was this abomination:
Top Prospect?!?!? Really?!?!?
I guess Upper Deck and I have different definitions of "Prospect", nevermind "Top Prospect". Seriously, have you people seen this guy pitch? At all? Ever? He spent seven unimpressive seasons in the minors and came into the season with 27 ML games over 3 seasons under his belt. Huh. The fact that these were printed at the end of the '08 season makes it even less sensical. I can't say I'm gonna be too disappointed when CSB becomes some other team's top prospect.
Friday, January 30, 2009
I remember the first time I saw Chip Ambres- it was last year's Spring Training. I'd heard his name in the offseason and always imagined him looking like Richie Cunningham. Maybe because Dave Chappelle's white friend is named Chip. At any rate, he's Pawtucket's problem now; I noticed the other day that he signed a minor league deal or got a non-roster invite or something like that from the Red Sox- I'd look it up if I really cared... besides, it's not like anybody's reading this.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Where better to start than our lone bright spot of '08:
The first of many All-Star appearances. I love Aid and Ed for the same reason I loved Briles- no matter what, they'd rather be a Padre than anything else.
From the same pack I also pulled another 2 1/2" by 3 1/2" commemorating Aid's Yankee Stadium vacation, albeit with '07 wrecker Matt Holliday in tow:
Doesn't Holliday look straight out of Ray Kinsella's cornfield?