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Another top-notch effort from the 1982 Fleer set. Was this picture taken on a Little League field?
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Another top-notch effort from the 1982 Fleer set. Was this picture taken on a Little League field?
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Never has a player’s appearance on a baseball card so literally represented the team for which they played. Two interesting facts from Wikipedia:
1) Mr. Romo served as the set-up man for Kent Tekulve on the 1979 World Champion Pirates.
2) In 1983, Mr. Romo failed to report to spring training. The Pirates attempted to locate him, but failed, and he was released. His whereabouts remained unknown until a few years ago, when he appeared publicly with his brother in Mexico (at his induction into the Mexican Baseball Hall of Fame).

What’s going on here? This man has no strange facial hair, his hat is normally placed, and his face is somehow avoiding the typical contortions expected of a nerd (though what’s with the bat?). This man is far more dangerous*. On WEEI today (Boston sports talk radio), Francona was asked how he valued RBI**.
How do you value RBIs?
I think there are some things that can be skewed. I grew up in an era where, if you hit .300, you were a good player. Well, you know what? That’s not the tell-tale. I was the perfect example. I could hit .300. I never helped our team. I hit all singles, I never walked, I wasn’t fast enough to score any runs. It was kind of cosmetic. Getting on base is a very important stat. It doesn’t mean we have nine guys up there trying to walk. But it means if they’re seeing pitches and working counts, they’re going to become more dangerous hitters. If they’re on base, we talk all the time about keep the line moving, You have to have a good enough team to do that. If you have four or five guys who are taking their walks, and four or five guys that can’t hit, that’s not going to work. If you have a balanced team, which we try to do, and you have that approach, it’s going to work.
Hey Francona, if you got out of your mother’s basement maybe you’d know how the game of baseball is supposed to be played. I can see through your veiled reference to OBP. Francona might not have the fashion down (yet), but this man is a nerd.
* I’ve been reading Dan Brown and sentences like “This man is far more dangerous” seem perfectly acceptable at the moment.
** WEEI, the plural of RBI is RBI. They’re runs batten in, not runs batted ins.
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Ah, 1982 Fleer, how I’ve missed you. The blurry image. The obviously too-dark-exposure. The crooked background. And the fan favorite…white sky. They never disappoint. As for Mr. Splittorff, he was an amazingly consistent league average starting pitcher. He pitched thirteen full seasons for the Kansas City Royals without ever having an ERA+ below 82, or above 122, finishing with a career mark of 101.
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Cognitive dissonance: noun, the uncomfortable feeling caused by holding two contradictory ideas simultaneously.
Example 1) Looking at this baseball card, and knowing that Mr. Lamp was only 30 years old at the time this picture was taken.
Example 2) Seeing this baseball card, and knowing that Mr. Lamp was still pitching in the 1990′s (his last year was 1992).
Example 3) Realizing that this is the same Dennis Lamp that later played for the Red Sox in the late 80′s/early 90′s.

Oh 1982 Dennis Lamp, what would you say to 1989 Dennis Lamp if you had the chance? Hand on your hip, your scruffy haircut falling out from beneath your too-tight Sox cap, gazing into the distance…What happened to your glasses? The extra two inches on your mustache?* Your pose that said “Bring me a beer” instead of “Could you kindly point me in the direction of the barber shop quartet?”
*For more facial hair related baseball-talk, make sure to check out our friends at The Wright Stache.
Another example of Fleer just not giving a shit.
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Mendoza as in "The Mendoza Line" fame...You see that look on his face? Either he just got look at his own batting stats (a career .245 OBP and .262 slugging pct), or someone just farted.
The only way the quality of the 1982 Fleer set makes sense is if they somehow got in a time machine and commissioned my high school basic photography class to take their photos. Even then, I’m pretty sure Mr. Carter gave us the f-stop and framing lessons within the first week. Take away the red border and this shabby baseball card becomes a post-modern work of art…The white of Mr. Mendoza’s jersey fading seamlessly into the bright white of the sky illustrating the fine line between existence and nothingness…OK, no more drinking on weeknights…
Today we offer part one in the ongoing series, “Can You Believe That This Is An Actual Baseball Card That The Fleer Corporation Was Not Embarrassed to Produce and For Which People Paid Actual Money?!”
Was the photographer given a strict limit of one frame per player? Did they just roll down the window and wave the camera in Mr. Minton’s direction as they zoomed by in their car? Was the picture taken through a wet paper towel? Did the editors at Fleer think that the blurriness of the text would distract collectors from the blurriness of the picture? I demand answers…
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Does anyone else get the feeling this guy should be wearing one of those painters' cap Pirates uniforms?