Monday, July 28, 2008

Upper Deck lays a turd too

Since my boycott of Topps, I find myself going into Target every other day just looking for something to buy. I've been saving my $$$ to buy Tigers cards off of ebay, but today I just felt like buying a couple of packs of something just to have something to open. 

Boy, was that a waste.

I picked up a a pack of Upper Deck Artifacts baseball and a pack of Upper Deck Football Heroes. I'll let the scans tell the story.

A fucking card commemorating when the first dictionary was published? Or a guitar player from an overrated noise making band? Are you shitting me? These are actual cards in a base set of baseball and football cards.

Fuck you too Upper Deck. We are done. $3 a pack for 4 cards, and I get crap like this? 

It's a sad sound to hear the hobby you've loved since you are old enough to remember come crashing to a screeching halt.....

Come August 1st, there's going to be a big announcement here at Detroit Tigers Cards and Stuff.

Topps has done it to me for the last time

You've got to be fucking kidding me. 

For the first time since 2005, Topps has produced a Detroit Tigers version of it's base factory set. In 2005, the set included a 5 card exclusive insert set of several promising Tigers prospects that made it a nice piece to pick up. 


What a fucking joke. The people at Topps are fucking idiots. Brandon Inge is the best you could do? While there still is no card available for Rick Porcello? Denny Bautista and Jason Grilli? Seriously? On the 40th anniversary of one of the most improbable world championships of all time? Mickey Lolich, Willie Horton, or Al Kaline never crossed your fucking minds? Ramon Santiago did though? Zach Miner too? Really?

Any chance that I would ever buy another pack of Topps product went out the window with this bullshit set. From now on I'll just buy Tigers cards off of ebay. 

I am finished with with Topps. This is fucking ridiculous.

Fuck it. I'm just going to make my own full set from now on.

Stay tuned.

George Kell Night in Arkansas

A month ago or so the Arkansas Travelers had a George Kell Night to honor the former Tiger great from Swifton, Arkansas. HOF Al Kaline and Brooks Robinson were also in attendance that night too. Sadly, I was unable to get down there to see the game, but fortunately my family brought the game to me!

A little backstory first. My cousin's little boy Carter is playing his first year of t-ball this year and his team was the Tigers. So I sent him a Tigers t-shirt and some other schwag early in the season. I swear I think one of the first things his parents taught him was that my favorite team was the Tigers, so that his first t-ball team is the Tigers was pretty cool to me.

Well as it turns out Carter wore his Tigers gear to the game that night and was fortunate to be the last kid in the line to get his picture taken with Mr. Kaline. My cousin said that Al's face lit up when he saw Carter wearing a Tigers shirt! 

They passed along the photo to my folks who recently came up for a visit. Unbeknownst to me, my uncle also sent along the George Kell bobblehead that they gave away that night. Needless to say, I have two prized possessions now from a night I'll never forget even though I wasn't even there! 

Thanks everybody!

Meet The Parents

A big shout out to Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, a couple of people I like to call Dad and Mom, for coming up to visit me in the Windy City this past weekend. 

We had a great time seeing the sights and eating at some of the finer establishments in town, the best being Gino's East. Dadgum, that was some mighty fine deep dish pizza pie!

The highlight for me was ascending the Sears Tower. Not all Batman-like, but the express elevator that goes from the basement to the 103rd floor observation deck in less than 60 seconds had my knees shaking by the time I got off that mofo. I'm not too good with heights to begin with, so I was pretty proud of my bad self for making the trip. 

We also went to some place called the McCormick Tribune Freedom Museum on Michigan Ave. It was free. That's about the best thing I can say about it. Oh, and it was air-conditioned. That was pretty cool too on a warm Sunday afternoon.

Sadly we weren't able to get to one of the Marlins-Cubs games, as the four game series was sold out. But we managed to have fun nonetheless.

Well, with summer rounding second and heading for third I should have a lot more time to get back to bitching about my favorite hobby in the world. And I've saved up a bunch to bitch about.....

Monday, July 7, 2008

Independence Day

Wow, I didn't realize it had been something like three weeks since I last wrote about something that no one is interested in! So let's just consider this a stretching exercise and move on.

I spent a lovely 4th of July at The Cell watching the most nondescript game I think I ever attended. The game itself was a bore. All I can recall is a Jack Cust home run and somebody plowing into A. J. Pierlsfhaskasuy on a play at the plate. Luckily I was in the stands and didn't have to hear Hockeroo yell "He gone!!" when the A's runner was called out.

But all the rest of the festivities were as top shelf as you could expect on Independence Day in the South Side. 

To start off with the Sox gave away caps with the desert camo motif to the first 10,000 fans. You can see the kids in the stands in this picture wearing them. 

The Sox also wore a uniform variation of this as well. (But why the shit brown hats when the ones they gave away looked so much cooler?)

Oh yeah, if you go back and look at the picture of the kids in the stands, and you look up in the first row of the upper deck above the red sign right next to the foul pole, you barely see a little dot. That's me!

Getting back on the subject, a young hottie came out and sang the National Anthem. Midway through a couple of U. S. Navy jets came screeching overhead in one of those goose bumpy moments that was ultra cool. Afterwards, thousands of red, white, and blue balloons were released into the sky.  

Throughout the game there were many video messages from the White Sox players thanking our troops. There was also a parade of some of our troops around the field to thunderous applause. 

The game itself was bo-ring, but the fireworks show afterwards made up for it. I'm not all that big on fireworks per se, but I enjoyed it.

But what I really enjoyed most was the hot, drunk, young blonde a section over who in her haste to answer her cellphone knocked her purse off her shoulder, talking her dress strap with it and letting her amazingly gorgeous right breast fly out into the open. She drew the attention of all six of us still left in the upper deck at the end of the game and managed to give new meaning to the word FREEDOM!!!

Happy 4th of July indeed!!!