Hey, Jake Peavy Fans!

Most of my readers (meaning at least two out of all three of you guys) know I'm not a Jake Peavy fan. I liked the chance he gave us every five days but as far as a human being, ehh. I won't go into details since I've already bored you with that.
Anyway, I know a lot of you are fans of the guy so you would probably get more joy out of this than I would. Not to say I don't think it's one of the raddest bobbleheads I've seen; I'd just like to pass stuff along to those who would be happy to have it like others have done for me. So, if you if you don't have this and would like to, email me your address (wordsplusnumber[at]yahoo[dot]com) and you'll have a shoebox wrapped in brown paper on your doorstep in no time.

The Tony Gwynn Golden Jubilee #16 of 19

First off, this card is ridiculous. This whole era of cards seemed like a war to see who could come up with the most garish, over-the-top atrocities and I'm glad that time has passed.

Secondly, whenever I see the word "Boss", one thing comes to mind. Well, one person, really. I never understand why people laugh or think I'm trying to be "ironic" like some stupid hipster when I wear a Bruce Springsteen shirt. It's hard to believe that some people have no idea how unbelievably great he is. Too bad for them.

I've always loved the little exchange at the end of the "Glory Days" video:

"Who'd you pitch against today?"

"San Diego today."

"How'd you do?"

"Nettles got me in the bottom of the ninth."