I never made a fortune on baseball cards, because I threw away the following five, or used them in the spokes of my bicycle. I don’t remember.
First; I’m an old judge of form, and this is no way to steal home:
Next — Nice form for never getting a hit in a million years:
Next, three cards I tossed because I didn’t recognize the names, and figured the cards wouldn’t be worth anything:
Eh. I’m sticking with crypto from now on.
How frickin’ old are you?
I heard the rule for Zebra Baseball is 3 stripes and you’re out.
“First; I’m an old judge of form, and this is no way to steal home:”
It’s also no way to enter a speakeasy.
You lost me, right off the bat…