I took down the holiday decorations this past weekend, along with some signage left over from my son’s birthday celebration.
And tonight I stepped out of my car and was pelted by sloppy wet papier-mache snowflakes.
I tell you, mid-January was just made for thumbing through boxes of old baseball cards…
I’m on the couch now looking through some 2011 cards from various sets, and there’s a general paucity of Mets. A David Wright here, a Pedro Beato there.
And this Topps Chrome Ike Davis.
It should be noted that these Chrome cards stink. Literally. The shiny gloss smells like a combination of paint thinner and 1978 New Jersey.
And the chemical composition of that coating makes the cardboard warp and bow something fierce. When you lay one on a table it looks like a Shrinky Dink halfway done in the oven…
But still I sit here and stare at this shot of Ike taking a cautious lead, and I close my eyes and see that loping left-handed swing, like Dave Magadan with pop. And I think about Ike and I hope he’s healthy and ready for 2012.
And I feel the snow melting that has not yet even fallen.
And my heart skips right to spring and just keeps on going…
Hey! Watch it wit’ da “Jersey” cracks, buster!
Present-day Jersey smells like unicorns, rainbows, and love– but ’78 Jersey, well…
I cannot confirm the first part of Doug’s response nor can I deny that his initial remark will forever be part of my descriptive vocabulary.