One of the characteristics we like best is that the set is non-glossy. It's not flat or linen, it's just barely shiny. For Kris, that's a plus in the processing of obtaining autographs. And most cards are full-on glossy now, so this is a refreshing change. The cardstock is a tiny bit lighter than the average Topps or Upper Deck card. When you first open the pack, you are greeted by a refreshing scent, like a new magazine. This is second in happymaking only to the aura of bubblegum.
A veritable rash of Royals.
JR House heads to the dugout after practice. (I'm acting like I know exactly who the players are. The truth is, I'm only 80 percent sure, so feel free to let me know if you suspect differently.)
This is the visitor's dugout at Isotopes Park.
Catcher JR House at bat. We liked our seats because of the perfect view we had of home plate, first base, and even the minutiae of the first base foul line. Also, we are among those perhaps in the minority who LIKE the netting; since you have a lower probability of being mortally wounded by bat fragments and foul balls, you can keep your mind on the game. There were several missile-like bat bits and countless foul balls.
Hey, Brian Buchanan! Yes, I'm talking to you, buster. How come you're wearing Tom Seaver's number?
Here he is with the fireplug.
These two fellows were TRANSFIXED whenever Hu appeared on deck. As opposed to in the deck. And when Hu was batting, Blake DeWitt stood like this (he's in the foreground):
When Hu walks off the field, Hu is no longer on first.
We were wondering if, every single time he runs toward first base, he's thinking "Oh boy, Hu's on first, la de dah," or if it's purely a cultural thing and so it never crosses his mind. Hard to believe, but perhaps Abbot and Costello comedy routines are not a touchstone for him.
By the way, during the game up on the Jumbotron appears, under a tribute to Groups in Attendance, guess who? Yes! Dinged Corners! I heard someone say, "Dinged Corners," and then The Dear Other Half says "Oh my! Look at that!" and of course when I looked, the moment was over, so I don't have a picture. But that was very cool. In a similar 'blogbrush with greatness' realm, have you seen the connection between Orel Hershiser and Night Owl, courtesy of the zman?
Repko and DeWitt were active last night. It seemed as if they came to bat a dozen times.
I took this from on high while wandering around with the kids to find some good ice cream. Tim Wallach is neat to watch as he, well, manages from near third base. His constant signaling and gesturing fascinates our older daughter. Sergio Garcia and Jamie Hoffman were pretty busy too. This is not the same Sergio Garcia as at the US Open, in case you were, like me, inexplicably wondering.
And this photo may seem like a tangent of some kind, but it's not. We've mentioned that I've for a long while collected lunchboxes. It must be something about rectangular pictures, since that's the only connection I can make from lunchboxes to baseball cards. (Don't even get me started about thermoses.) But before the game began last night, I was walking with the kids by some of the shops when who found me, somehow? Albuqwirke Kris Aaardvark, that's who. Maybe I'm identifiable because of the little Lucy attachment. I met Kris once before, for approximately one minute, and this time we talked for at LEAST two minutes. He has one of the most informative card blogs in the galaxy not so much because he covers the in-person autograph angle, but because he supplies so much context. Player histories, card history, official photos he has taken of players, just a lot of enjoyable narrative. There's also always an underlying sense that it would be very hard for anyone to pull one over on him. His blog is friendly, practical, and a little bit tough. But during that brief conversation, he handed us this:
That is not a metal baseball card. It's...a lunchbox! A real, full-sized lunchbox. THE REAL THING. We had to restrain ourselves from actually flipping because we were in public and all.
And Orbit is on the back!:
So we had this warm and fuzzy feeling that Blogville was well-represented at this game. For all we know, I Love This Game was probably also in attendance! It was a wonderful evening, made more so by encountering a friend that we barely know in person, but know well through the interwebs.
Well, my friends, you may be wondering about the game's score. My favorite line of the balmy evening came in the fourth inning when Mr. K hit a sacrifice fly to score Travis Metcalf and our older daughter turned to me soon after and said, "When did the Omahas get a point?" We harumphed and said, "That would be, 'the Royals scored a run in the top of the fourth.' " Eldest daughter also pointed out that the Royals have a Zero on their caps. Well, whatever.
The Isotopes won 9-1. And yes, we were rooting for the 'Topes, but I tell you, the Omahas couldn't have been nicer.