I almost forgot. Baseball Dad also sent me a Christmas card. With a baseball card. Here's what he sent:

And, to answer the comment there...yes I did already have it. And NO, I don't have nearly enough of them yet.

Thanks again Baseball Dad, and Merry Christmas!!

It is almost certainly true that this is the last post of cards that I have scanned in from Baseball Dad. But like I said last time, I have trouble keeping track so long after I got them. Heck, I probably scanned these cards in and get them ready for the hilarious commentary 4 months ago. Maybe even 6. Who can know such a thing?

It's hard to understand why the name Larry has fallen out of favor. You hardly ever hear of kids being named Larry anymore. I'll bet that Lawrence is also on the decline. Parents don't want to take the chance. Personally, Full Metal Jacket ruined the name Lawrence for me.

But Larry; Larry is a great name. I've met a few dudes named Larry in my life and to the best of my recollection they are all awesome. My wife would never go for it, though. So I guess that my only chance is to name the next dog Larry.

And, on this I will not budge.

Here is another moving installment of the cards that Baseball Dad sent. As usual this is only an exhibition. Please, no wagering.

At least I think it's Tiffany. I'm not 100% sure. I guess it doesn't really matter. Well, that's not true. It will matter a lot when I go to file it. The thought of mis-filing a card makes me queasy.

Yes, I know I'm a weirdo. What of it?

I know that Phil is probably 46 or so when They took this photo but dang, that is one old looking dude. I'm not THAT far removed from 46 myself. I'm a lot closer to 46 than18, anyway. I sure hope I look a little better than that. Sheesh.

God only knows how long ago Baseball Dad sent me a stack of cards. Some were from his group break, and a lot were just a bunch of great Indians cards, a huge variety. I limited my haul to enough cards to make about 4 posts. The plan is to always knock out those posts and get them up on the blog as a proper thank you.

With me it never really works out that way. I try to think of something semi-interesting to say about all of the cards. The problem is, since I'm an Indians collector, I get a lot of the same players. It's hard to think of a lot of different things to say about Cliff Lee. I end up repeating myself a lot.

What happens, then, is I scan the cards into different posts waiting to be commented upon. Then those posts sit there and sit there. This week is all about getting caught up and finally posting those things. And that's how I end up posting about cards that Baseball Dad sent me a year ago.

Here's the first post about these cards...way back on Dec 13.

Notice at the end of the post that I promised to get to some cards that Night Owl sent me. I made a crack about checking back in March. At the time I thought it was ridiculous to think that it would take me until then. Oh well.

Here is the second installment of the Baseball Dad cards:

Speak of the devil. It's CPL in the flesh. Well, not in the flesh. On a shiny piece of cardboard. I was always behind Cliff. I didn't hold it against him that we wouldn't be able to afford him and had to trade him away. It's the way it is and he earned the money.

And then, after the trade, he said some not too nice things about the Cleveland fans. I don't want to get into it here (It deserves it's own post if I ever get to it). Suffice it to say that it is partly my own fault that we haven't won a World Series in Cleveland.

Well, awesome card aside...Cliff Lee can kiss my ass. (My apologies to Baseball Dad who I know frowns upon that sort of talk. Just take solace in the fact that the actual verbiage in my head is much more colorful.)

Just recently I got a nice package in the mail from Night Owl. It contained all manner of cool Tribe cards. About 2 weeks after I got it I emailed him to thank him. I honestly couldn't remember if I'd even thanked him yet. I promised that I would get a blog post up about it soon. That was about 2-3 weeks ago.

So, the logical question becomes "Why did I write Baseball Dad at the top of the Post when I'm talking about Night Owls cards?" Well, it's because I want everyone to know that I know how ridiculous it is to take over a month to get up a simple thank you post.

And, oh yeah, Baseball Dad sent me these about 3 STINKIN' MONTHS AGO! I'm not going to make any excuse other than I didn't get to it because I was lazy.

Anyway, here they are. Long overdue but here none-the-less. I will probably have about 4 posts from his cards and, believe me, it was hard enough to narrow it down that far. I got in on a few teams in his group break. I picked the Phillies and the A's because, well, why not? Also because it seemed wrong to pick the Indians.

Jack sent me plenty of Indians anyway. Here are some of them. As usual they are accompanied with my typical nonsense. Not that anyone has any reason to accept my advice, but you will get some anyway. My advice is to not read the post. Just look at the pretty cards. Anyone who reads what I have to say may very well end up a fraction dumber. For most of you there would be no measurable effect. But for some, like Canadians and Steelers fans, there's no real reason to risk it, is there?

Kevin Seitzer 1993 O-Pee-Chee - OK, raise you hand if you remembered that Seitzer played for the A's. This is exciting to me. I already have about 8,000 Kevin Seitzer cards. But I didn't have this one. In fact, and I'd have to check, I think all 8,000 might be 1990 Donruss. I'm fairly certain that Donruss inserted 3 Seitzers into every pack that year.

Sid Monge 1983 Fleer - Sid Monge...what an absolutely ridiculous name. Sid Monge. Say that out loud. Sid Monge. Do this: go tell your wife/girlfriend/boyfriend that you can't do anything next Friday night because you're hanging out with your new friend Sid Monge. Met him at the Elks or something. See what they say. I don't have any idea what the reaction might be, but I can pretty much guarantee a reaction of some sort.
Bake McBride 1982 Topps - Now, this is a truly awesome card. I've mentioned from time around these parts my desire for Curtis Granderson to grow out a big fro like this. Dayf, brilliantly coined it the "Granderfro". It was the perfect name for the perfect plan. All we had left to do was to get Granderson on board with it. This, truthfully, didn't too daunting of a task. Curtis seems like a reasonable man. All it would take was for me to get 2 minutes of his time, just to introduce the idea to him. No way he turns that idea down.

But, then he had to go and ruin the whole thing by getting traded to the Yankees. It isn't even about their draconian hair policies. I'm not sure if the kibosh would be placed on the Granderfro or not. I just don't want Curtis to be the one anymore. It's just too great of an idea to hand over to a Yankee. Sorry dude, you blew it.

It's a shame because "Granderfro" is an absolutely perfect description. I doubt we'll come up with something that good again.

I'll have to put in some thought to his replacement. Lastings Milledge hasn't done enough yet and it sure as heck isn't going to be Marcus Thames.

David Justice 1999 Donruss - I was a big fan of Justice while with the Tribe. Still, I can't quite get over the fact that he was married to Halle Berry...and then he wasn't married to Halle Berry. I don't know whether this makes him one of the luckiest men in the world or unluckiest men in the world. The fact that she may very well be completely bat guano crazy only adds to my cunfusion.

Moving on:

Jody Gerut 2994 Bowman Chrome - The Indians got Gerut in 2001 from the Rockies along with Josh Bard, who cannot catch a knuckle ball. He immediately had one of the more promising of rookie seasons. He has pretty much sucked since. I'm not sure anyone knows why.

Pete Incaviglia 1993 O-Pee-Chee - Man are these O-Pee-Chee cards stupid. The backs have only 4 stats, and only for the previous year. I have to keep going to baseball reference to find out important stuff like how many times Inky K'd in 1993. Only 82. He didn't strike out as much during his career as I remembered. He also didn't hit as many HRs as I remember. Dave Kingman he was not. Sweet stache, though.

I've got to move this along. I've had a few Christmas Ales. I've also been stuffy so I took some nyquil. (Don't look at me like that.)

I can feel the Nyquil begining to take hold. Soon I'll be in bat country.

Kenny Lofton 1997 Fleer Ultra Season Crowns - I really wish I could get a scan of this card that does it justice. Not David Justice. No, justice in a sense that...wait a second. YOU all know what I meant. I'm the one on Nyquil.

Anyway, it's a completely kick butt card. If I was more articulate I'd be able to describe it. I'd also be in bed because I would have been able to finish this post long ago. So, I guess we all lose on this one.

Except me. I get the card. And, It rules (I refuse to spell rules with a z on the end. I hate that garbage. I frown upon this in all of it's ridiculous forms, including "boyz". I blame John Singleton.).

Jaret Wright 199 Century Legends - Wright had a great World Series and he's one of the most promising pitching prospects I can ever remember. I still don't know what happened to the guy. It's a shame, though. He was filthy for a while there.

If you don't know how good he was thought to be consider this; Jaret Wright was the player that the Tribe refused to part with in a Pedro Martinez deal. That's right. Be chose this clown over Pedro. And, this was after everyone knew that Pedro was lights out.

That's all for this installment. I'm going to bed. Thank you Baseball Dad. Sweet cards. There are more to come.

Night Owl, I'm getting there. Check back in March.