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 Wednesday, December 31, 2008
An ignominious end to an unsatisfying year ...
Posted by T.S.
 Boy, am I going to be glad when that Times Square ball drops tonight. At my age you ought not sit around rooting for time to pass, since it manages nicely on its own without any cheerleading, but I gotta tell you this year as been a tough one. I suppose the Detroit Lions fans have a lot more to whine about than I do. I am a Packers fan, and I was terrified that the combination of one team playing largely not to lose (my guys) would be at a disadvantage to a squad with ample incentive to avoid winding up embarrassed in the record books. In the end, I wound up feeling sorry for our friends in Michigan (the whole state, not just the Lions), who have more to complain about than most when it comes to 2008. When I moved out to the Midwest in 1991 after three decades or so on the East Coast, I lived in northern Indiana and would visit southern Michigan from time to time. I had lived in Michigan as a kid, and I was struck by the kind of sad lethargy that I saw as I traveled around the lower part of the state. This was a purely visceral observation, but it was disconcerting to see so many lovely, stately older homes that had seemingly gotten kind of tired, so many downtowns that seemed not tired but truly exhausted. I am rooting for the whole state to fare better in coming years, which is not so much a prediction as a silent prayer. I did make some predictions last year, and was essentially dead on with at least one of them. I wasn’t one of those who got mad at Packer management over the Brett Favre debacle; that pathetic business seemed to me to be largely of Favre’s making. I didn’t think Favre would drag the Jets into the playoffs, though he did offer a nice early fake up the middle that such might be their fate. Being an odd amalgam of the naive and utterly cynical, I have long since given up on the notion that legendary athletes should retire in a timely fashion so as not to disrupt our treasured memories of their finest moments. It happens so rarely that they step away while still on top of their game that it almost seems unfair to ask them to do so when the normal instinct is to play they games they love for as long as they possibly can. Besides, I’ve never been able to shake the feeling that there were more heroics that we were supposed to be able to enjoy from Jim Brown and Sandy Koufax, for example. Having said that, here’s the first prediction for 2009: Favre is done. If could play golf even half as well as he does – and had the dough to do so wherever and whenever I wanted – that’s what I would be doing. Happy New Year!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008 3:33:44 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Tuesday, December 30, 2008
I hope my phone isn't tapped, but I'm going to ...
Posted by T.S.
I’ve never understood it for a moment, and it’s bugged me for 35 years and counting. It’s like some Fred Flintstone type from the Pleistocene epoch dragging himself out of the muck and the mire, club in hand, and promptly discovering fire in the morning and by the early afternoon he’s composing a symphony worthy of the Philadelphia Philharmonic. In 1973, when our hobby wasn’t even really a twinkle in anybody’s eye, two guys collaborated on the best book ever written about baseball cards. Not just best up to that point; we’re talking the best book that ever will be written about baseball cards. Don’t believe me. Check this out .... “In the 75 or so years that the World Series has been in existence, there have been perhaps 1,200 pitchers who have pitched in it. Of these, Don Larsen is the only one to have pitched a perfect game. Like Sophia Loren’s marriage to Carlo Ponti, the continuing popularity of Danny Thomas and the political career of Spiro Agnew, there is no rational explanation for this. It just is.”
There you go. That gem is planted alongside a picture of Larsen’s 1958 Topps card (I don't want to get sued, so I pictured his 1957 card here. Pretty clever, eh?), one of maybe 100 or more such entries in the book. In one spectacular sentence they managed to include Sophia Loren and Spiro Agnew, and how many writers do you know who can handle that? The book is resplendent with nostalgia, wit and a loving regard for a game of baseball, all elegantly wrapped up in a smart-aleck treasure called The Great American Baseball Card Flipping Trading and Bubble Gum Book. The two guys, Brendan C. Boyd and Fred C. Harris, managed to produce such a masterpiece back when our hobby truly was nothing more than those pioneers we write about in the pages of Sports Collectors Digest and a handful of others. The book was published the very same year as John Stommen's first issue of SCD. I’ve noted with some minor pretend grumbling over the years that I’m thoroughly aggrieved that they pre-empted any hopes I might have in publishing a fun book about baseball cards, since they had already done it in such a stunning fashion. Over time, however, my anguish has dissipated a bit as I have gradually resolved to someday write my own book anyway, with some obsequious admission included in the introduction conceding that it’s a rip-off of their classic. Besides, in my version I’m going to include pictures of vintage cards from Henry Aaron, Mickey Mantle and Willie Mays. There ... that’s how good that book is. Spook Jacobs and Barbra Chrisley had their cards pictured, but Mickey, Willie and Henry didn’t make the cut. It's not really stealing if you announce beforehand that you're going to do it, is it Gov. Blagojevich?
Tuesday, December 30, 2008 9:21:29 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Monday, December 29, 2008
An Ultimate Proposal in Ultimate Collection ...
Posted by T.S.
 I got a kick out of a hobby news item from over the weekend that detailed a unique marriage proposal engineered by a collector in Arizona. The guy, Mike DeRose of Chandler, Ariz., teamed up with Chris Carlin, Upper Deck’s hobby marketing manager, to plant the “proposal,” including the inserted diamond ring, into a pack of the company’s Ultimate Collection. (An Ultimate Collection card is shown at right, though not the ersatz one that included the proposal and the wedding ring.)
I’m not overly sentimental when it comes to baseball cards or wedding proposals, but I do often admire the ingenuity that some bachelors employ in finding memorable ways to pop the question. This one I thought was cool enough to prompt me to include the YouTube video link, which is below: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SVoMiapMTm0 Always eager to find the dark cloud in any silver lining, the news also elicited a bit panic as I pondered some of the various ways such an inventive plan might be put to various less laudable undertakings. It would be just my luck, for example, to open a pack of cards and find I had been named the sole beneficiary of an estate for a long-lost friend whose principal asset was a storage facility in North Dakota packed with 150 unopened cases of 1991 Fleer. Not that I have anything against canaries, mind you. And while I realize that the nice people at the various card companies aren’t likely to cooperate with such venal enterprises, wouldn’t it be a bummer to open up a pack of cards and find a subpoena or a notification for jury duty? Not that these are likely, but if a relatively nice guy like me can think up such awful scenarios, what do you think all those meanies out there are doing? Could Pandora’s box contain a really gloomy top-loader? Happy New Year!
Monday, December 29, 2008 4:30:07 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Our Mantle infatuation about to be tested ...
Posted by T.S.
 I got a letter from a reader who complained that SCD was overly infatuated with Mickey Mantle. I normally take readers’ concerns very seriously, but I couldn’t get too worked up about that one. Overly infatuated with Mickey Mantle? (My words, not his) Sounds to me as plausible as say, being overly infatuated with Sophia Loren. Or Cracker Barrel restaurants. Sergio Leone Westerns. Willie Nelson. You get the idea.  I mean, it’s Mickey Mantle, for Pete’s sake. Or, more precisely, for Kelly’s sake. Our alleged infatuation with The Mick is about to be tested in a big way as we unveil Kelly Eisenhauer’s “Mickey Mantle: The Complete Collectibles Guide,” an unprecedented multi-part special series written by one of the most well-known and widely respected Mantle experts in the hobby. That’s the headliner in our 35th anniversary issue, dated Feb. 6, 2009. Eisenhauer, a Mantle fan and collector for more than 40 years, offers insight and literally hundreds of photographs of many of the thousands of pieces of ephemera, consumer goods, trinkets, toys, advertising pieces, magazines, books, postcards, regional and food issues, the Topps inserts and test issues, oddball items, and, as they say, a whole lot more. We’re going start it off with stuff that should be a little familiar to fans: Topps inserts and test items, but Kelly’s inventory is so extensive that it will still reveal dozens of items that even advanced collectors have seldom seen. The list is also so huge that this particular section will have to run in two parts.  Mantle Series pieces will follow approximately one per month, ultimately creating a wonderful reference source for serious fans and collectors. I am hopeful that editing and designing these pages every month will help me get through the winter blahs, which, remarkably, seem to have settled in precisely two days into the official winter season. How about sending a bit of Global, er, Wisconsinal Warming our way? Oh, yeah. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008 8:43:07 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Monday, December 22, 2008
I have a different beef with Bunning ...
Posted by T.S.
Senator Jim Bunning found himself in the news recently after a Michigan show promoter put the kibosh on an invitation to have the Hall of Famer sign autographs at the Gibraltar Trade Center Show in Taylor, Mich. Bunning, 77, had been scheduled to sign at the show this past weekend, but his “No” vote on the auto industry loan package last week prompted promoter Jim Koester to send him to the showers. “Being a business owner in Michigan for over 30 years, I simply cannot support anyone who, in my opinion, votes against the economic well-being of our great state,” said Koester, organizer of the Gibraltar show. Fans would have paid $35 for Bunning to sign a baseball and $55 to sign a bat. The wire reports that I saw on the flap didn’t note the small irony that Bunning was one of the early players who helped start the Players Association, working in the 1960s as Marvin Miller was brought in to help build what would ultimately become the most imposing union in professional sports. A couple of days after the withdrawn invitation, wire services were reporting that Bunning’s foundation was being scrutinized, with watchdog groups noting that the Jim Bunning Foundation, which was set up in 1996 to collect money the Hall of Fame pitcher gets from autograph signings, has taken in more than $504,000, the Lexington Herald-Leader reported. Of that amount, Bunning has earned $180,000 in salary. The foundation has given $136,435, or about one-fourth of its income, to churches and charitable groups around northern Kentucky, according to the Associated Press. The report pointed out that Bunning is the foundation’s sole employee and the only person to draw a paycheck from it. Rick Robinson, a foundation board member, defended Bunning’s salary, saying there couldn’t be a Jim Bunning Foundation without Bunning. “The foundation is a charity that hired Jim Bunning to work for it,’’ said Robinson, a former congressional aide to the Kentucky senator. “Without hiring him to do this, the charity wouldn’t have any income.’’ According to the AP report, Robinson said Bunning created the foundation so he could collect money from his baseball memorabilia autographs without violating current Senate limits on outside income. That income increased after his 1996 election to the Hall of Fame. Bunning spent nine years of his career with the Detroit and threw a no-hitter for the Tigers in 1958. Though no mention was made of it in the article, it’s a pretty good bet that without the flap over Bunning’s “No” vote on the auto industry plan there wouldn’t have been much interest in the status of his foundation, at least at this particular moment. Me, I’m more interested in the beef that somebody like Luis Tiant (or maybe Jim Kaat or Tommy John) might have with Bunning’s HOF status. There’s not a nickel’s worth of difference between Tiant’s lifetime totals and Bunning’s, and both Kaat and John have about five dozen more wins that the junior senator from Kentucky. As we all no doubt recall, HOF voting “shall be based upon the player’s record, playing ability, integrity, sportsmanship, character, and contributions to the team(s) on which the player played.” One presumes his Congressional status didn’t hurt Bunning’s chances when he was voted in by the Veterans Committee in 1996. At the time he was a Congressman from Kentucky’s 4th District; he was elected to the Senate two years later.
Monday, December 22, 2008 7:16:42 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Friday, December 19, 2008
Shea was once a Wonder of the World ...
Posted by T.S.
 You may have noticed at the local bookstore that there are a pile of books offering a proper genuflection to Yankee Stadium, now officially a relic and awaiting the wrecking ball once the details about divvying up the demolished remains can be worked out. That the storied history in the South Bronx would be so thoroughly recorded is understandable, even appropriate, but couldn’t we have saved a couple of spots on the shelves for a crocodile tear or two about Shea’s passing? ("Seaver's One-Hitter" by Bill Purdom, www.goodsportsart.com, is shown above.) I know, I know, the historical records of the two edifices are quite different. For one thing, Yankee Stadium was twice as old as Shea. And yeah, the Yankees have a few more World Series banners than the Mets do, but that’s no reason to completely diss the Flushing Meadows Marvel. I was at Shea Stadium in 1964 when it first opened, and believe it or not it was once one of the great architectural triumphs of the Western Hemisphere – at least to this 14-year-old kid anyway. It may have seemed like a grimy, grey mausoleum at the end, but when it first opened in 1964 it was as imposing and impressive a facility as any of the kazillion-dollar uberstadiums that we’ve welcomed over the last 20 years. Plus, the World’s Fair was right next door as it opened, so the whole neighborhood, LaGuardia flight path and discarded automobile graveyards aside, was gussied up as never before. From various perches, ranging from the nosebleed wind tunnel in the upper deck to occasionally spectacular seats only rows from the field that we encamped upon sans technical permission, we watched our Metsies ... admittedly with often predictably calamitous results. As I suppose modern fans in what we euphemistically call “small-market” teams nowadays can understand, in the beginning we were there to see the visitors – the greatest array of National League talent ever assembled – almost as much as we were there to root for the home team. For older fans, it meant an opportunity to see some of their former heroes – Willie Mays, Duke Snider, Gil Hodges – playing now in the uniforms of the cities that so rudely stole them away a few years earlier. For me, it meant a chance to see Henry Aaron, Roberto Clemente, Sandy Koufax and Co., which to me seemed vastly superior to any brand of baseball being undertaken just miles away in the Bronx. Like a lot of Mets fans, my memories are most vivid from a period when they used to lose with what would otherwise have seemed like a depressing inevitability. It was only odd timing that propelled me overseas as the Miracle descended upon Queens in 1969, and when they won again in 1973 I was a full-time college student with a full-time job as well, so there were few visits to the City. Our very own hobby has helped enormously in filling those gaps, thank you.
Friday, December 19, 2008 3:12:23 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Thursday, December 18, 2008
Anybody important missing from the 1960 Topps set? ...
Posted by T.S.
 Returning to the topic from yesterday about the 2009 Topps Heritage issue, which is slated to hit the streets in late February, I have always liked the way Topps focuses on seemingly minute details that can actually wind up adding a lot of nostalgic vitality to what they are trying to do. As has been the case in other years, the issue nicely replicates both the box and the package design from 1960, though the company has to make minor concessions to things like the various wording legalities from licensing agencies.  Modern packaging doesn’t technically replicate the ancient “wax” packaging system, but the Heritage packs retain the wax feel. The various inserts included in 2009 remain essentially identical to last year, obviously with new names added to relic and autograph rosters. Mickey Mantle appears in the inserts, though not in the base set as was incorrectly listed in the initial advertising information. There is even a 1-of-1 Mantle Cut Signature card, which presumably will be a pricey item. But that said, Topps Brand Manager Clay Luraschi explained to me that there are still a number of collectors who build “Master” sets of Heritage that have varying levels of thoroughness with inserts, relics, autographs, etc. Now that is impressive to me, who has enough to do to complete the regular-issue Heritage offering. Besides, I tend to like all the idiosyncratic stuff, like the team cards matching the look (and card numbers) of their original counterparts, a neat touch that has been done for several years with a number of star cards. In 1960, I wasn’t that thrilled with the coache’s cards, what with the tiny floating heads of guys who looked soooo old, you know, roughly how I look right about now. But when I was 10 years old they were old geezers, and the cards were roughly, even rudely, treated by us. By the time I was an adult, I liked the cards a lot better, and am looking forward to seeing the 2009 versions. The Coache’s cards are from teams essentially linking to the same 16 that were in Major League Baseball in 1960, which I guess means my Mets lieutenants won’t be included in the deal. “It’s a little quirk that we’ve created as we try to stay as true as possible to the original issue,” Luraschi said. He swears he didn’t hear any grumbling from collectors about their team cards not being included in last years version, so I assume those same fans wont be disturbed when their favorite coaches don’t show up this time. Luraschi also pointed out that the early Heritage release date means it gives Topps a chance to picture some of big-name free agents or players who have been traded in their new duds, like a C.C. Sabathia as a Yankee, or a K-Rod as a Met. That early issue date also means that Topps doesn’t get some of the hot rookies into the regular issue, making a nice intro to the Update release that they added in 2008 and will almost certainly revisit in 2009. “It’s a no-brainer,” is the way Luraschi responded to a query about whether there would be another Update, noting that the response to the addition has been very positive. He had one other nuance that he wanted to mention, one he insisted was one of his favorites. “The Real Ones” Autograph inserts, which along with some current players featured signatures from players who last appeared on a Topps card in 1960. That eclectic lineup includes intriguing names like Nelson Chittum, Buddy Gilbert, Jack Harshman, Bob Rush, Bill Harris, Stan Lopata and Bobby Thomson. Bobby Thomson, Hmmmm. Wonderful ballplayer. Outfielder who played his final game in 1960 after a sterling career. Wasn’t there another famous outfielder who played his final game in 1960? Can’t think of his name right off, but if I remember correctly he didn’t have a card in the 1960 Topps set, and I do remember that as kids we were really bothered by that. Ted-something, I think it was. “We might have a surprise,” was all I could shake out of Luraschi.
Thursday, December 18, 2008 3:06:03 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Wednesday, December 17, 2008
For Topps officials, it's a question of Heritage ...
Posted by T.S.
 For years when the hobby first started to percolate in the late 1970s and early 1980s, one of the beefs about Topps from hobby writers and editors was that the company didn’t seem interested at all in anything other than the most-recent product on the shelf. Even if it’s fair to say they didn’t seem to care about their heritage in 1980, I can promise you they care about their Heritage in 2008.  Actually, the Topps guys have done a bang-up job with the Heritage line of cards since the beginning in 2001 when the first genuflection was made to the classic 1952 issue. It can be argued that Topps nailed the idea from the start, but in the ensuing years they’ve fine-tuned it even more. When I observed that the initial information about the 2009 Heritage release (due end of February) suggests there hadn’t been much tinkering from 2008, Topps Brand Manager Clay Luraschi conceded it was probably a fair assessment. “It took us several years to get all of the details right,” Luraschi said, one of those rare officials who exudes a genuine enthusiasm about the hobby and its history in general and the importance of all of that to his company in particular. They’ve now got it down to matching up card numbers with modern players and the guys from the original, like making Derek Jeter No. 83 in 2009 Heritage, a cool tip of the cap to Tony Kubek, who coincidentally just earned a Hall of Fame selection to the broadcaster’s wing next year. “We concentrated on the look and feel of the card and manipulating the photos to give that 1960 look (2009 Heritage). It’s a great brand for us; the team loves working on it and doing all the research.” I’ll have more on the 2009 Heritage release in tomorrow’s blog, including additional photos and a teeny-weenie hint (maybe) about a possible exciting addition to the program that doesn’t show up in the dealer literature. With that I bid you to return on the morrow.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008 3:51:52 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Yankee Stadium books headline Schlossberg's list ...
Posted by T.S.
 In my role as editor of Sports Collectors Digest, I edit and design a feature every year where noted baseball author Dan Schlossberg looks at the top 50 baseball books of the year, offering a brief synopsis and in many cases a glimpse at a particular book’s cover. I am hopeful (confident, really) that it’s a helpful feature for readers in providing a one-stop spot (OK, maybe two spots, since it will likely go in two issues) to check out a comprehensive listing of books that should pique their interest. The feature is slated to open in the Jan. 9 issue, and probably conclude the following week, though sometimes things get bumped by space considerations. ![Bits Cover[1].jpg](http://infielddirt.sportscollectorsdigest.com/content/binary/Bits%20Cover%5B1%5D.jpg) If you had to come up with a theme for the 2008 book season, it would presumably center around Yankee Stadium, which wound up with three of Dan’s top 6 books, and another half-dozen at least falling within the remaining 34 spots. And if that’s not enough prinstripe pudding for you, there are several more in the honorable mention listings, which numbers maybe another 75 tomes or so. (Schlossberg, the author of nearly three dozen baseball books, declined to include his own 2008 effort in the listing, so we'll display it here – Baseball Bits: The Best Stories, Facts and Trivia from the Dugout to the Outfield.)And while the various tributes to the final season of the great stadium dominate, there are lots of other smaller themes, like steroids and other forms of malfeasance, Cubs and Phillies travails and triumphs, and a goodly number of Red Sox books, including several either written or edited by occasional SCD contributor and Bosox historian Bill Nowlin. Not surprisingly, the Cardboard Games: A Century of Baseball Cards, 1869-1969 book published by Mastro Auctions turns up, which was a neat addition to the considerable hobby reference library that has been produced by the auction behemoth. As for the Yankee Stadium tomes, it produces a bit of anxiety for me, since we will be publishing our own book this spring, Legendary Yankee Stadium: Memories & Memorabilia From the House That Ruth Built. Several of the books on Schlossberg's list had been sent to me last year for review, and I purposely avoided looking at them at all, given the task that was at hand. I’m not really as insecure about it as I sound. Our book should have its own niche with liberal use of much of the great artwork that has graced SCD’s pages over the years, along with photos of much of the spectacular memorabilia. Plus, the stories about Yankee greats have a hobby focus that I don’t think is replicated in other books. I just wish I could have told some of those Mickey Mantle stories that Barry Halper told me over the years. Can’t have a book with an R rating, I guess.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008 6:01:57 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Monday, December 15, 2008
Rush Limbaugh not alone in wanting to protect our borders ...
Posted by T.S.
 Actually, I tend to get Lou Dobbs and Rush Limbaugh mixed up, but I am pretty sure that either or both of them pretty consistently opine about the need to protect our borders, and on that question I can certainly agree. Of course, the borders I am talking about are cardboard, rather than the more consequential ones that they are referring to. No matter: In the arcane world of sports cards, the border can be pretty important stuff. What got me thinking in this odd fashion was a story told by veteran vintage-card deal Bill Nathanson of The Polo Grounds, a first-rate purveyor of high-grade cards from the 1950s and 1960s. Nathanson recounts a rare moment when he had to return a customer’s money after selling him three or four 1954 Topps Baseball cards. The man insisted that the cards were off-center top to bottom, maybe even miscut, since there was no top white border at all.  Nathanson patiently tried to explain to the man that the iconic 1954 issue doesn’t have a top border but instead has the white border only on three sides. The man would have none of it, and ultimately the good-natured Nathanson returned the cards under the heading of: “The customer is always right, even when he’s wrong.” The longtime dealer theorized that the man might have first been acquainted with the wonderful 1954 Topps Baseball issue through the reprints that were produced in 1994, and those have the white border all the way around. So borders can be important, even more today than they probably were 20 years ago, since as hobbies mature there tends to be a greater emphasis placed on condition. That very same significance also leaves those white – or even worse, condition-sensitive color – borders susceptible to a lot of mischief. If you don’t believe me, get a hold of some of the vintage Topps treasures where the white borders have been bleached and you’ll see what I mean. But for the graphic designers, what seems like a very pedestrian element can be pretty dramatically off-kilter when a problem develops. Fleer, which didn’t have a great deal of baseball card experience when it produced its Baseball Greats issue in 1960, found this out the hard way. At this juncture, the card company stumbled with arguably the most important card in the set: No. 72 of Ted Williams, the only “modern” player included in a set populated by Hall of Famers and mostly long-retired stars. It was the only card of Williams produced that year, which was his last. Seems he would be the victim of odd cropping like this to the end of his days and even beyond.
Monday, December 15, 2008 4:46:32 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Friday, December 12, 2008
Economics will dictate when silly Bowls are emptied ...
Posted by T.S.
 When I saw President-elect Obama a couple of weeks back on the television news program “60 Minutes,” I didn’t bat an eye when he was asked about the idea of a playoff format to resolve the annual college football BCS silliness and he offered his vote for a playoff system. I wasn’t offended by the question, since it was a light-hearted query at the end of a long, serious interview, and it was a reasonable, fun solicitation of an opinion from a guy with actual athletic proclivities. Who better to offer a comment on Bowling, though we probably don’t want to hear his views on bowling. I actually read something from a syndicated columnist scolding Obama for weighing in on a such a relatively frivolous subject during a critical juncture in American history. Phooey. It’s not like he plugged it into the State of the Union speech. And then after reading that, no less of an icon than the New York Times offers the counter-argument: “College football needs Obama to assume the bully pulpit for a playoff.” Uh, huh. Maybe after he’s worn out Teddy Roosevelt’s bully pulpit on some of the other pressing issues of the day. We ain’t exactly running out of those yet. All the blather about a playoff system is pretty annoying, since anyone with a GED and without a vested financial interest knows that nothing more than contested bushel baskets full of dough is keeping the powers-that-be in college football from going to some kind of a playoff system. The posturing and idiotic debate will continue until financial pressures and the continuing decline of the 836 existing holiday bowl games gets profound enough to make the rational decision inevitable. Those pressures are already not inconsiderable, and they heighten every year – like this one – when the convoluted, torturous “system” yields a national championship picture as out of focus and unsatisfactory as we are looking at today. The fan ardor surrounding individual universities and even conferences is still enormous, perhaps even imposing enough to pathetically hold off the inevitable, but it certainly seems silly along the way. I, for one, couldn’t remember who the winners were of hardly any recent bowl games, but I may not be the best choice for this rhetorical device. I can’t remember what I had for lunch yesterday, either. But the whole bloated Bowl business is headed for boxing’s fate, where nobody but the most ardent insider could tell you who the undisputed heavyweight champion of the world is, if there even is such a thing. And if anybody writes me with an uplifting passage about the importance of maintaining a commitment to the student-athlete, I’ll gag, if you can actually do that in cyberspace. The NCAA’s commitment to the student-athlete looks good on all the brass plaques on campus, but has little to do with deciding about a playoff system.
Friday, December 12, 2008 7:14:05 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Thursday, December 11, 2008
Baseball legends come to life in black-and-white ...
Posted by T.S.
 As someone who can fairly be called a “card guy,” I’ve always understood that the principal attraction for me was the images of the players, and the colorful little pasteboards seemed to convey that with an elegance and simplicity that was vastly better than the grainy black-and-white images in the newspapers and pulp magazines. Which is not to say I was less than enthusiastic about black-and-white. It was just that the brightly colored cards seemed to come alive through the vivid hues that adorned – and occasionally overwhelmed – those issues from the 1950s and 1960s. How could mere black-and-white ever rival that kind of power? Now we know. Nathalie Rattner, a Canadian artist, ballet dancer, television and film performer, and just generally a Renaissance woman extraordinaire, creates pencil and charcoal drawings of legendary baseball figures that defy the imagination and challenge the eye to tell navigate the murky shallows between photography and art.  Take my word for it, the image shown here is a drawing. It would be stunning art if it were a photograph; it’s just that much more impressive that it’s a drawing. I was intrigued by much of her story, not the least of which was a realization that she came to this particular incarnation of creating these remarkable drawings of baseball greats only recently. Anybody who can do that should have decades of experience at it; she’s only been back at the easel actively for a few years, and the baseball emphasis for less than that. I’ll have more on this fascinating tale in my regular column in Sports Collectors Digest, along with a plan to put one of her drawings on the cover and a bunch of other inside. I’ll just to have to go to great pains to make it clear what the readers will be looking at. With all of that assistance, I've shown a pencil drawing here and a photograph. I'll let you decide which is which.
Thursday, December 11, 2008 8:33:03 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Plaks collected one piece at a time, and it didn't cost a dime ...
Posted by T.S.
Brian Drent of Mile High Card Co. got an intriguing e-mail this past fall mentioning the seldom-seen 1968 Topps Plaks. The man claimed to have a significant quantity and further explained that the Plaks were found in a garage near Duryea, Pa., outside of Scranton. Drent thought, “Duryea, hmmmm.” Topps had its factory in Duryea until a couple of years ago, and the man said he had found a quantity of odd little plastic “statues” in his mother’s garage just a few blocks from the former Topps plant in Duryea. According to the man, both his mother and his mother-in-law had worked at the plant, and his mother would bring home the plastic pieces from work. He said Topps officials would come to the local elementary schools from time to time, testing various new card designs or flavors of bubble gum. While Drent was at the September Philly Show in Reading, Pa., he drove to Scranton and met with the man. Together they visited the old garage that had housed the Plaks for nearly 40 years, later returning to the man’s home, where the Plaks were arrayed in shoeboxes on the kitchen table. The two items most typically found in connection with the Plaks issue, the checklist cards and the packs themselves (both shown at right) were not part of the recent Mile High Card Co. find. “I was floored,” said Drent in describing the scene. While the seller has asked that the total number of pieces included not be released, Drent explained that – as in the case of so many major finds – the actual number turned out to be more than the man had originally described in phone calls. “It was fairly typical that he would have more than he initially said,” Drent continued. “I kept thinking, ‘What does he want for these things?’ I didn’t know what to pay, and I didn’t know how many people would be interested and how much they would would pay.” Drent explained that while he had seen the Plaks in the Standard Catalog of Baseball Cards, he had never handled any and didn’t even think he had ever seen any of them. It was an awe-inspiring and scary moment, but one that produced a euphoria once the deal was actually completed a few weeks later. The very rarity of the pieces would have made negotiations problematic anyway, and the normal dance between dealer and collector ensued. “I asked him what they wanted for the pieces,” Drent continued, adding that he had tried to explain to the man how difficult it was to figure out values. The bargaining continued until Drent had upped the ante to every bit of cash he had brought along, but the man still balked. Ultimately, Drent flew home to Colorado without a deal in hand but with a well-honed sense that he wasn’t out of it, either. “The whole time as I flew home I was telling myself, ‘Don’t let this get away.’ ” He didn’t and it didn’t. Drent got home and started calling around to close confidants in the hobby trying to gauge what he could reasonably pay and what they might sell for. The man had insisted that he had other offers for the Plaks, but it only took a week or so and they were back in touch and nailing down a final, uh, imposing, number. Drent didn’t have to wait too long to find out how much enthusiasm was out there for the pieces, as he sold a Mantle at the GBSCC show in Boston in November for $15,000, and a Clemente for $8,000. The Plaks, which typically come three to a sprue like the pieces in a plastic model kit, also proved to be a popular way to move the pieces. A sprue with Catfish Hunter, Pete Rose and Al Kaline sold for $7,000 at that same Boston show. Drent’s concerns about moving the rare treasures subsided pretty quickly with another private sale to one collector, who spent $45,000 for four different “trees” of three players on each tree, and two other individual players.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008 3:29:11 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Fascinating artifacts unearthed in Duryea, Pa. ...
Posted by T.S.
 I don’t remember the first time I ever saw the Topps Plaks from 1968, but I think it was either at a National Convention or at one of Alan Rosen’s auctions way back when. I recall seeing some packs, and, of course, the checklist cards, but I don’t think I’ve seen the actual plastic “busts” more than a couple of times. All of which made writing a recent story about the Mile High Card Co. find of them in Duryea, Pa., all the more interesting. It wasn’t released exactly how many turned up in the find, but according to Mile High President Brian Drent, there were at least enough for his crew to make a startling discovery: five of the players long thought to be part of the checklist may never have been issued. “From the 24 players slated for production, no collector with whom we’ve spoken has ever seen a single example of Aaron, Drysdale, Mays, Peters, or Frank Robinson, and it is our belief that they were simply never produced,” said Drent. Given that this find almost certainly represents the single most significant body of evidence concerning the population and configuration of this rare issue, it was inevitable that the absence of those five players would have profound implications. “As far as we can tell, every player in the set can be found in two separate three-player sprues, save for Pete Rose, who only appears in one sprue arrangement, and another five players: Tommy Davis, Catfish Hunter, Harmon Killebrew, Jim Longborg, and Jim Wynn, who all appear on three different sprues,” Drent continued. “We believe that these five players, for whatever reason, took the place of the notorious five whose existence, after weeks of telephone calls to the hobby’s most prolific collectors, we still cannot confirm.” I’ll have more on this amazing find in tomorrow’s blog.
Tuesday, December 09, 2008 10:01:34 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Monday, December 08, 2008
Flash Gordon whizzes past Gil and Santo to HOF ...
Posted by T.S.
 There must be something about second basemen. The Hall of Fame Veterans Committee just announced the results from the voting for the Class of 2009, adding slick-fielding and power-hitting second baseman Joe Gordon. He was the first player added via the Veterans Committee route since 2001, when Bill Mazeroski joined the ranks of the immortals. The vote this year continues the disappointment for Ron Santo, who missed once again, snagging the highest vote total of the Post-1942 Ballot … 61 percent. Kibitzing about Hall-of-Fame voting is one of my favorite pastimes, and it’s hard not to opine that giving the nod to Gordon while offering yet another thumbs down to Santo and Gil Hodges (shown at left) seems hard to understand. That is until you remember that Gordon’s election required nine out of 12 voters (he got 10), and the Post-1942 guys were voted on by the full body of Hall of Famers (I refuse to include the redundant “living” modifier that usually appears in such instances. Unless you’re in Chicago, who else but the living would have a vote?). I have a lot of sympathy for the Hall officials, who continue to tinker with the voting process to ensure as much fairness as possible in what still ends up being a highly subjective system. There was a good deal of grumbling seven years ago – including among Hall of Famers themselves, allegedly – about the Mazeroski nod, and the subsequent tightening of the procedures produced blank slates from the Veterans Committee for the next seven years. The complaint that used to dog the Committee many years ago was that certain “favorites” seem to emerge – sometimes seemingly out of the blue – to be elected, apparently at the hands of powerful members able to steer the voting. It’s hard to see how that can be avoided on a panel of 12 voters; the alternative, having the full body of HOFers do the voting, would seem to yield a different puzzle of being able to find enough voters to get anybody at all elected. I suspect that would be the lament of Santo and supporters of Hodges, Jim Kaat and Tony Oliva, the top four vote-getters from the Post-1942 Ballot. for those keeping score at home, the rest of the results would be (in order): Joe Torre (30 percent), Maury Wills, Luis Tiant, Vada Pinson, Al Oliver and Dick Allen. I at least give the Hall a lot of credit for paring the list to that group. Honestly, I’d have less of a beef about most of those guys gaining admittance than I would of Gordon, and there are several I’d actively campaign for (Santo, Hodges, Oliva, Wills and Dick Allen). Torre doesn’t need my help. He’ll go in as a manager for sure, and if you like irony, his offensive numbers as a player are significantly better than Gordon’s in several important categories. Still, Gordon was regarded as an extraordinary talent in the field, hence the nickname Flash. (OK, there's that comic book character, too) Gordon was also a manager for several seasons in the 1960s, but that probably didn’t do much to aid his standing, though it may have given him some additional opportunities to meet and befriend some of the guys who might have voted him in (e.g. Phil Niekro and Don Sutton). It also seems likely that being on the Yankees didn't hurt him either. And speaking of opining, I blogged several weeks back that the very nature of the voting made it tough to guess about results, but of course I did so anyway. And I got it wrong. Methinks we haven’t heard the last of all of this, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Monday, December 08, 2008 8:49:09 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Friday, December 05, 2008
Criminal justice is often neither ...
Posted by T.S.
 When I was much younger, I would occasionally lament all the police blotter doings that had infiltrated the sports pages, but now that I am, uh, maturing rapidly, I don’t mind it as much, perhaps because I at least recognize the names. What also occurred to me was that lumping all the evildoers into one basket simply because they’ve run afoul of various laws and league prohibitions probably does a disservice to some. This morning’s news included word that O.J. Simpson faces his day in court for the fracas in the Las Vegas hotel room. I’ve already read a lot of blather in cyberspace that he should be locked away for life, so naturally I’ll lean to a contrary view. O.J. Simpson should be sentenced for precisely the appropriate prison term for the hotel room nonsense and nothing else. Period. And my modest understanding of the criminal justice system – gleaned from video instruction from several generations of great barristers ranging from Perry Mason to Judge Judy – leaves me to think that nobody in the world would serve an 18-year sentence for what transpired in that hotel room. It’s not the fringe of cyber loonies saying that O.J. should be locked away for good; these are mainstream, big-name sports media outlets. And they openly champion the idea that Simpson deserves to go away for life precisely because of what happened in 1994. And they should know better. If we believe in our system of criminal justice – no snickering, please – we’ve got to insist that Simpson be sentenced without any acknowledgement of that other incident from 1994. Tall order, for sure, but the alternative – having folks salted away for alleged misdeeds that they have not been convicted of – should be anathema to all of us. Even if there is a merely a 1/100th of 1 percent chance of innocence – which sounds about right for the 1994 slaughter – it still has to be honored, being far superior to having judges arbitrarily adding years to a sentence for something unrelated to the actual charges. * * * * *
The same morning news also told of an effort by the National Football League Players Association (NFLPA) to get suspensions lifted so five of six players benched for violating the league’s anti-doping policy. I won’t bore you with all the details, but it essentially involves use of a dietary supplement in training camp that has a banned substance included in it, even though the banned substance isn’t listed on the the label. The decision is expected today, so that the players can play this weekend, assuming that the judge rules their way. I suppose it’s quite possible (maybe likely) that the judge will rule that the suspensions should stand because the rules about steroids, etc., are agreed to in collective bargaining. I don’t know about you, but I like my miscreants to be guilty of a bit of wrongful intent, and I don’t much care for the idea that the substance wasn’t listed on the label. I also don’t like it that the league apparently knew about the banned diuretic being in the dietary supplement and didn't notify the players' union. That’s enough reasonable doubt for me. I realize the inherent risk in blogging in this fashion. By the time most read this, a decision may well have been rendered. So be it. I'm trying to learn to embrace the immediacy of this medium. “Free the Minneapolis Six!”
Friday, December 05, 2008 3:08:45 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Thursday, December 04, 2008
How come no bobsledding memorabilia? ...
Posted by T.S.
I’ve gotta admit that in all my years at SCD (15-plus and counting) and nearly another 15 before that as a reader and later freelance writer for the magazine, I don’t recall seeing any bobsledding memorabilia in the various auctions. What got me thinking about this was a casual bit of storytelling in the office about my time as a bureau reporter in the late 1970s in Saranac Lake, N.Y., just 10 miles from Lake Placid. It was an exciting time to be at that particular location, since I arrived in 1978, just two years before the Olympics would bring its remarkable traveling road show to that tiny Adirondack Village. One of the people who played a huge role in bringing the Olympics to a town of about 3,000 year-round residents was Jack Shea, a double gold-medalist from the 1936 Olympics that had also been held at Lake Placid. When I got to know him, Shea was a supervisor for the Town of North Elba, which included Lake Placid, and I interviewed him numerous times in that role and in his capacity as vice chairman of the Olympic Regional Development Authority. Shea hardly needs any laudatory commentary from me; he was arguably one of the nicest, most decent and revered men who ever set foot in the Adirondacks, which is saying quite a bit.  But what prompted this meandering blog was a recollection of bobsledding, which was a somewhat different undertaking in the years before that historic Olympics in 1980. I used to occasionally hang out into the wee hours of the morning at a place called the Hitching Post (I hope I got that name right) that was on the Saranac Lake city limits on the road to Lake Placid. It’s only mildly whimsical to suggest that various bobsledders “trained” there in their own odd fashion, which essentially meant honing daredevil skills to a degree probably unheard of in any other sport. The most famous figure of this colorful group was a legendary local folk hero named “Dew Drop” Morgan. (shown in a photo from All Points North Magazine) There may be a Dew Drop Inn in every city of any appreciable size in America, but I can promise you they couldn’t match the one in Saranac Lake, if for no other reason than the presence of the decorated World War II and Korean War veteran himself. I dropped in there from time to time from 1978-81, and I worked with his wife in a seedy, second-floor bureau office above a liquor store in downtown Saranac Lake, but I didn’t know him that well, so I’ll rely on a website, www.simonesez.com, for his bio: “A bombardier in World War II and the Korean War, he was twice shot down behind enemy lines – the second time, he was rescued by Russians. Dew Drop’s bride made her wedding dress from the parachute that saved him the first time.” I don’t recall Mrs. Morgan ever telling me that particular story, but I have no reason to doubt it. Dew Drop was the kind of guy Reader’s Digest had in mind when they solicit stories about “Unforgettable Characters.” In addition to the “Dew Drop Inn,” he owned a number of others, and tended bar at even more, including some of the elegant hotels in the Lake Placid environs. Along with his prominence in the local tavern industry, he was nearly as renown for a penchant for various games of chance, all of which gave him an almost bottomless well of material for his loquacious moments on either side of the bar. He was raucous, larger than life and easily one of the most recognizable figures in the Olympic Region, as it was known. Younger (than me) sports fans might be more familiar with one of the Morgan’s 13 children, John, a color commentator for bobsledding at a number of Olympics and world-class events, along with playing himself in the feature film “Cool Runnings,” the movie about the Jamaican bobsled team. I’m not sure just what got me to reminiscing about Saranac Lake and the Olympics; it may have been as elemental as the thermometer, which registered 5 degrees when I ambled into the F+W offices this morning.
Thursday, December 04, 2008 5:29:49 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Murray saved a stranger $100 at Sun-Times ...
Posted by T.S.
 I always liked Eddie Murray as a ballplayer, thinking him kind of a nicely timed successor to Henry Aaron, since Hank hung it up in 1976, and Murray showed up the next year. The similarities between the two are numerous and significant, but the overriding one was the staggering consistency that they both displayed on the field, and the quiet majesty that enveloped them off it. Part of that understanding came more than 10 years ago when I first saw Murray signing autographs at a show, and it quickly became apparent that he also had something in common with yet another of the game’s legendary players from my youth: Brooks Robinson. Like Brooksie, Murray seems to be one of those great ambassadors for the game, showing an affection and understanding for fans – especially the younger ones – that typically makes old-timers like myself grumble that the multimillionaires in today’s game could take a lesson from the likes of the Murrays and Robinsons of yesteryear. In truth, there are a number of modern guys who display the same laudable characteristics, but that’s a different story. I watched Murray sign autographs at the late-November Sun-Times Show, and I can’t recall another player in recent memory who seemed to be having so much fun with little kids. Learning to fake sincerity is one of the great tricks of master politicians, but learning to spot the real thing ought to be a cherished skill sought by the great unwashed. As a duly ensconced member of that club, I can assure you of his bona fides. As I was leaving the show Sunday afternoon and walking to the parking lot across from the convention center, Murray was about 10 yards ahead of me. At one point, he spotted a $100 bill on the ground, picked it up and quickly called out to a man who was maybe 40 yards in front of him. Murray handed him the bill and was thanked for his efforts. That doesn’t make him a saint, but it’s still useful information. So is this: “Steady Eddie” hit 504 career home runs and never hit more than 33 in one season. Think about that for a minute or two.
Wednesday, December 03, 2008 3:24:12 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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 Monday, December 01, 2008
Helping Santa with cards as stocking stuffers ...
Posted by T.S.
 OK, it’s Dec. 1 and the big day is just over three weeks away. Christmas is hardly a slam-dunk for me, but there is one narrow little area where I have a real contribution to make on Santa’s behalf: sports cards as stocking stuffers. This is something I’ve written about in SCD columns before, but it bears a reminder every year because it’s a cool way to provide youngsters with something fun at Christmas with minimal expense.  All you need is the stuff shown in the photo here: sports cards, Saran Wrap and an iron. I am not a shill for a particular plastic wrap, but the one pictured – Saran Wrap Original – worked best over many years of experimenting. It’s tough to find around my area, with most stores carrying something called Saran Wrap Premium, which ironically isn’t as good as the Original, in my opinion. The gum, by the way, is optional, and should be included only when you can be certain the enclosed pieces are fresh and still enclosed in the wrapper from Topps. We’ve used them because we get samples of cards here at SCD and the gum doesn’t get chewed with the same efficiency that it might have years ago. As you can see, the iron in the photo is almost an antique, having been used for packaging and sealing baseball cards for nearly 30 years ... and nothing else. It takes some tinkering to find the correct heat setting, but once you do it should be smooth sailing, er, sealing. I came up with this system when I was producing the O’Connell & Son Ink Baseball Greats way back when. The idea is you take a piece of Saran Wrap, roughly 8-by-10 inches, and plant a stack of anywhere from 35-100 cards smack dab in the middle of it, face down. Then you simply wrap from there, starting with the vertical and then overlapping the two end pieces across the back of the bottom card (shown). You then take the iron and “seal” the whole deal, with most of it applied to the back area where the flaps meet, but also on all of the sides and even the top, because that makes for a nice tight seal. If you include gum – with the caveats noted above – it probably works best sticking it right in the middle of the cards, rather than on the back. Since I don’t bake cookies, the cards are a nice way I can participate in holiday preparations without feeling completely useless. It’s also a great way to put leftover cards to use, though I always urge that as many stars be included as feasible. Counting the literally thousands of packs we donated to the KidStore program we used to run with our SportsFest show, I would guess that over the last 15 years I’ve made 3,000 or 4,000 packs, though I concede we have a leg up here at SCD in having access to leftover cards that perhaps few would enjoy. But whatever you’ve got, I promise you they will be a hit when a youngster tears through his stocking on Christmas morning. And if, by chance, you happen to have an eccentric uncle in his late 50’s – and what family doesn’t have at least one of those? – you can even make him up one with some 1959 Topps commons and maybe even a wildly off-center star or two. Merry Christmas!
Monday, December 01, 2008 2:59:43 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)
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