Drunk Post #1.

      It is St. Patrick's Day and *gasp!* I've been drinking.  Since it is an "amateur hour" night, I have wisely chosen to stay home and do my drinking in the comfort of my own abode.  I had a few friends over and they have fled the scene, so now I am blogging...BWI.  I wonder if my post will be any more or less coherent?

Problem is, I have nothing prepared, nothing scanned, and nothing on my mind - this should be my best post ever! - so lets see what's hiding in the folder marked "unused":

Atomic refractors! Shiny! Sexy! Alluring! Wait, no, just shiny.  OK, and a little sexy.  Why did I scan this page?  I dunno.  I obviously need to get three more of the 1997 atomics or this page will continue to be a train wreck.  Those 1998s are ten kinds of cool, though.  I need me more of those.


Presidents!  Vintage and neat, but certainly not sexy.  Well, maybe Taft, chicks dig the mustache - so how do you explain Cleveland?

I started this blog after Presidents Day, so lord only knows why I scanned this one.  Maybe it is a reject from the TWO FOUR SIX EIGHT post?  moving on...

Sideways inserts!

This page has some bitchin' cards but nothing even resembling a coherent theme; sounds a little like this post...

 Last and certainly least:
 
Donruss Americana! I may be the first person who has ever triumphantly and exclamatorily presented Donruss Americana, the most underwhelming pile of "meh" of all pop culture sets ever.

I must have bought only one pack of this stuff, because what an odd mix of human beings...we've got Cameron, Brad, Joanie, Greg, Swoozie, the chick from Miller's Crossing, and someone named Cordin Bleu.  I pray that is a stage name.  Either way, it's making me hungry.