Look at the shiny thing Rob found in the road by IFA and brought home for me. I'm pretty sure it had been run over once... or twice. Yeah, that is a little grease on it. I got that on my hands, in my hurry to open my first-ever package of baseball cards.
They were printed 12 years ago! Who buys baseball cards and doesn't open them for 12 years? Am I missing something important about baseball card culture? Are these guys even still playing?
Can you spot any modern-day Babes in this lineup? What do I know? Nothing. Somebody help me out here. About the closest I get to baseball is watching soccer when I eat at Mama Pupusa's across the street.
Oh well, I'm more interested in bird-watching than big league, and I do find it fascinating to study the stuff my pet collects. I really like that magpie. Here's a fun song for him that I hope won't ruffle his feathers—