Pack of Cards

I was at Target today and on a whim, I picked up a pack of baseball cards. Its a guilty pleasure of mine to do from time to time. Its always fun to pop open a pack and see if any of your teams players are in there. I had hope that I might get a Nick Markakis or something. Anyway one of the cards I got was this one. I was confused by it when I saw it because it didn’t make sense for Topps to be doing Japanese prospect cards. But after opening in Japan last week, it won’t surprise me. So it was an April Fool’s joke, and I got the pack on April Fool’s Day. Touche Topps, your plan worked flawlessly.

1:72 odds, that’s not too shabby. Its not the Nick card, but I’ll take it. Maybe I’ll pick up another in a few months.

In case you’re wondering the rest of the pack was CC Sabathia, Joe Mauer, Willie Randolph, A fun David Wright card telling me ‘school is cool,’ Jason Bay, some Rockies prospect, Jose Reyes, a retro Mickey Mantle reprint, and a couple I can’t remember.

Taking the wrong exit

It’s Friday night and I’m sick, so I’m staying in. There’s nothing to really post about the O’s at the moment. I’m taking a self-imposed break of talking about the following:

-Erik Bedard trade rumors

-Brian Robers trade rumors

-The Seattle Mariners

-The Chicago Cubs

If something legit comes up then I’ll break it.

I try to stick to talking about the O’s and baseball on here. I don’t like diluting it by going off topic, but I did think this merited meaning because it was so absurd.

In December, me and my sister went to Missouri to see our Grandma and the rest of relatives. It’s not an easy drive. If you leave at night like we did, you can do the 800 mile drive in 12 hours (that’s with the time change). The trip out there was uneventful except for hitting snow in the North Carolina mountains and seeing mile after mile of interstate. The trip itself was good. Nothing to complain about except for not enough time.

On the way back, we were going to meet up with some relatives in Tennessee and eat dinner with them. Maybe about an hour and something outside of Nashville I needed to stop. We took my sister’s car out there because it has a better track record than my car. Since I do have the bad habit of smoking, I needed (or rather wanted) a cigarette. I didn’t want to smoke in front of my relatives, so I wanted to do it before hand. Since it was her car, she didn’t want me stinking up her car. That’s understandable and I’d be the same way if I didn’t.

We got off on the exit for Bucksnort. Great town name. Should have took that as a sign right there. There was this gas station that we would stop at for a few minutes and then be on our way. It was dark at this point. Maybe around seven o’clock. As we pull in, I see this rather stereotypical bunch gathered around the back of a pickup truck. Thinking I was smarter than them, I pulled around to the other side of the gas station. I parked in the far end of the parking lot. Away from the pumps and away from everyone else. I was still congratulating myself as I got a drink out of the ice chest and lit me one up. So I was standing there and I see these two guys in their 40’s standing near the front of the store. One of them had his shirt pulled up exposing a rather large beer gut. He was pointing to something. I assumed it was a knife wound or maybe a tatoo of Elvis (Graceland is in Tennessee). Feeling replused at the sight, I turned the other way.

I looked behind me and what I saw was much worse. The building beside it was painted bright red and had the huge words on the side ‘adult bookstore.’ That’s great” I thought. It wasn’t that replused me. There’s plenty of those around, but it was what else was ajoined to it. Apparently, It was a perfect trifecta business or a rather unforunate locations. I think it was the trifecta. It was the bookstore, a hotel, and an all you can eat catfish buffet. For a minute I laughed. They were so close together that I think they were all connected. It was dark, so I didn’t get a great look. After a quick laugh, I was replused. You can understand why and I’ll leave it at that. I looked across the street and saw a bar called ‘Country Hooters.’ Besides their clever name, they had a clever slogan; which was ‘good food, brew, and babes.’ I believe they would be correct only on the fact that they have brew. I doubt from the looks of it that there’d be good food in there and I seriously doubt that that place has any babes there. At this point, I get in the car and tell my sister “let’s get far away from here.”

We met my relatives and I was at one table with some of my cousins and she was at the other with our aunt, uncle, and another cousin. Unknowingly,We both told the same story and they all said the same thing ‘Oh…you stopped at Bucksnort’ and laughed.

I’m not stopping at Bucksnort again, not even if I’m really craving some catfish.

Cleaning House….here

You may have noticed that things around here look slightly different. I added my email address, cleaned up the blogroll alittle, added a search, and cleaned up the categories. I’ve been meaning to clean up the categories for awhile. It’s been a bit dated with ‘Big Jon Knott, Perlozzo watch, and a bunch for throw away categories. It’s a stream line operation that I run here, so there’s no room for wasted space.

If you run an O’s blog, a good baseball blog, or know one that I’ve overlooked….either comment here or use the aforementioned flashy new info that I put with the email and send it to me.  I will be doing a few more tweaks on the old blog here, but nothing major. I like the look.

You may have noticed that I’ve been posting more lately too. Changing jobs can do that. That and the fact I’ve been a little more motivated with this lately.

On “Vacation”

I’m heading out and fixing to enjoy a 12 hour or so drive to Missouri, so there’ll be no posting here til Sunday. Hopefully in my time away, the O’s pull the trigger on a trade or four. I’d like some good news to come back to. Anyway, onto coffee and red bull for 800 miles.

My two week absence happened at the same time as the O’s yearly end of season season collapse. I’m glad I missed it. The first week of my absence was my yearly Ben’s week o’ fun. It didn’t start out as fun.

Me and my now former roommate Chris met up in Asheville for an Asheville Tourist game. Chris goes to grad school now in NC, so it was a good spot to meet up. If you ever have the chance to go to a Tourist game, do it. The ballpark is a great little park. Anyways, we got to the game late. The reason for this was I-26 was backed up like any other interstate on a Friday should be. Once I hit I-40, it was marginally better. But that was 40 minutes I lost. I met up with Chris and we rode to the park. We got near the park and the park looked more like a major league park inside of a single A park. Cars were parked on the streets for a mile or two. There’s not a real parking lot for the park, so you have to fend for yourself. We made the mile, maybe two, walk to the park from where I parked only to find they were sold out. I bought the first scalped tickets of my life at this point. They were face value, it wasn’t like I paid 20 bucks for a minor league game. It seems unfathomable that I bought a scalped ticket for a low A game. It turns out that this was the final game of the season AND fireworks night, thus the crowd.

We got into the park and the seating is about 80% general admission. Our hot tickets were general. In the Greenville park, you can always find somewhere to catch the game even if there’s no seats. You can sit on the grass, in the Spinx club, or stand around. It wasn’t like this in Asheville. It was the packed and nowhere to sit or stand. After about 15 minutes, we decided to cut our losses and split. On the hike back to car, a gnat flew directly into my eyeball. This would plague me the rest of the night. 

Since baseball wasn’t in the cards, we went and grabbed a couple of drinks before we split our seperate ways back to Greenville. When I hit the interstate, my car’s thermostat needle went straight to hot. Since my car is a mobile indian burial ground, I was very concerned. I stopped and put some anti-freeze in it. Ten minutes later, it was hot again. I stopped at a gas station and bought more anti-freeze. Seven minutes later, it was hot again. I was hoping to inch my way back to Greenville. Two minutes, it was hot again. Lucky, I managed to get a rest area. I called Chris and he met me there. Then after getting arrangements made for a wrecker, it was an hour and half wait for the wrecker. Needless to say, it was one of the worst nights in awhile. I have the car back sans the old raditor and I’m sans some money.

The rest of the week o’ fun went better. Labor Day I went down to Clemson with a few friends and met up with some friends down there for the FSU/Clemson game. Death Valley is an awesome place. The tickets I ordered were from the FSU website since I couldn’t get any from the Tiger site. I didn’t make any new FSU friends that night. Clemson got out to big start and in usual fashion, hung onto a close win.

The following Saturday, I took my Mom down to Atlanta to our yearly trip to a Braves game. This year it was the Nats playing the Braves. The Braves rolled 9-2, but it was still a fun game. Washington looks as bad as their record. Still though, going to a baseball is great.

It was a busy week. I’m going to Charlotte a week from Sunday to catch the Panthers play. So I’ll manage to catch all my teams play this year except the O’s.

As for the O’s, I missed a lot.

-Danys Baez going out for the season and likely all of next.

-Victor Zambrano signing

-Daniel Cabrera taking over the role of this season’s Rodrigo Lopez.

-Nick Markakis hitting 20 HR and 100 RBIs

and every thing I mentioned last post.

I’m back

I’m moved in and got everything almost in order. I’ll start having fresh posts tomorrow. Guess what…I hate moving.

Not O’s related, but much better.  

I turn in my two week notice tomorrow. I’ll have both weekend days off for the first time since my sophomore year in high school and I’ll have my evenings. It’s going to be a huge change and helluva lot to learn, but it’s trade I’m more than willing to make.