I did not realize I had so many manager autographs until I started pulling em. Still on the lookout for an 1869 Harry Wright. Until then, let's run through the collection.







Documenting my cardboard idiocies, insanities, idolatries, ignominies, and idiosyncrasies. These ones belong to me.
I did not realize I had so many manager autographs until I started pulling em. Still on the lookout for an 1869 Harry Wright. Until then, let's run through the collection.







In my many, many years of college, I took a couple summer courses at a Miami branch campus near my hometown in order to pile up some credits and make room for more pertinent courses. This makes me, technically, an alumnus. I've honored my matriculation by grabbing any Redhawks autos that I can find for around a buck or two. This has happened 9 times. No basketball, but such is fate.
Zac Dysert is the Hawks all time passing yards leader, having surpassed Roethlisberger. He was drafted in the 7th round in 2013 by the Broncos then bounced around a bunch of practice squads without getting in a game.
Martin Nance retired as the Hawks all time receiving yards leader, but was passed the next year by his teammate Ryne Robinson. Went undrafted, but found his way into one Vikings game in 2006 where he had 4 catches for 33 yards.
Now, Travis Prentice was a dude. Here are the NCAA records he retired with:
Pretty Sure all have been eclipsed, but that's a hell of a legacy. I was in attendance when he broke Ricky Williams' TD record. Prentice was a 3rd round pick by the Browns in 2000. Played for them for one year, scoring 8 TDs and rushing for over 500 yards. One more inauspicious year in the NFL and thus ended the legend.
Let's GOOOOOO Redhawks. Bust some Mustang ass tonight. Then mail a turd to Bruce Pearl.
Go Redlegs.
Sexy, sexy junk wax. Anything 1995 and earlier, I'm down for. Ever since I pivoted to the collecting era of my childhood, my card happiness quotient has increased at least 40%.
Here's some piles that found my mailbox last week via TCDB.

That Ruffin is an actual refractor, 1994 Finest style. A very thrilling 1992 Topps DQ card. 1994 Fleer Sunoco release for the Van Slyke. Couple of 1991 Fleer stickers. And a modern junk card at the end there. Gotta grab the Reds Topps flagship, of course. Yang has precisely one major league at bat to his credit, from 2024. Now with the Cubs, he only has one spring training at bat this year, so he may join the 'one career major league at-bat club'. I hope not, since he didn't get a hit.
1992 Kellogg's Raisin Bran College Greats Horace Grant. Just a bit oversized, so they gotta be squeezed into pages. My pops went to Clemson, so I grew up watching them, even though I'm an Ohioan. Loved the Hoops Collect-a-Books as a yoot. And I associate 91-92 Fleer Bball with my grandma's house for some reason, so I'm actively trying to complete the set. Another set I'm trying to complete...
1991-92 Skybox Basketball. Oh man. The best junk era bball set of all-time. Maybe the best across all sports. Scored a nice pile. I'm at 547/659. When this is complete, a full blog treatment is in store. This set is bonkers with subsets.
Go Redlegs.
These are the only cards from the 1800's that I own. I wish for an 1800's card of an actual baseball player, but until then, this bulbous buffoon will do.
Several of these oversized ad pieces were made by a snake oil company with all sorts of designs. Five of them featured our man on the baseball diamond. I have three.
Ingredients in the gargling oil were petroleum, soap, ammonia, oil of amber, iodine tincture, benzine, and water. It was meant for burn wounds and saddle sores but some duplicitous idiot convinced people to gargle it. I despise people like this, but that's a topic for my future 'old man ranting' blog. It was sold in two forms, one for horses and one for humans, as it was fit "for man and beast".
Back variations include different ads for very 1800's companies. Mine are these.
Beauties, all three.
Also, take a moment to get in on my Mickey Mantle giveaway!
Go Redlegs.
Ohhhhh boy. Years and years of hiatus. Why come back now? Who the hell knows. But here we go. Coming back strong with a pair of all-time legends.
I have most definitely been collecting this whole time. And scoping out y'all's blogs. But doing so in cyber solitude. I'm still hip to the scene, man. Hittin' those Columbus, Ohio shows on the reg. Hittin' dat Sportlots. No longer COMCing since they got too greedy during covid. And I've expanded my collection to more than just Reds. In fact, I've been unloading several thousand modern Reds cards, striving for vintage.
Reds do remain the stars of the collection, though. Example:
It's too much. Yet I persevere. My first flurry of posts will surely be an intro to each subcollection.
OH BUT YOU JUST WANT THAT SWEET MICK, DONTCHA?
Here's the deal. So I'm not typing into the empty, echoic ether, if I get 100 shares of this post, I'll put everyone who shares into a drawing for this:
Comment with a link to your blog with the share and You. Are. In. And a preemptive thank you for seeding me some followers.
Onward and upward, muchachos.