When we introduced a gum component last week on Let’s Remember Some Guys, the payoff was kind of weak. David Roth remembered all but one guy, so he only had to pop in one piece of thick, stale gum. In this week’s episode, however, he experiences several lapses in memory and consumes approximately two pounds of Dubble…
Let’s Remember Some Guys is back, and today we’re opening up some 1988 Fleer cards. It’s an especially nice pack, too, because it includes the always-important day/night splits, which any scout will tell you is key to predicting future success. (As evidenced by former Brewer Steve Kiefer’s weak day-game batting…
We’re opening the coolest pack in the streets today on Let’s Remember Some Guys: 1992 Upper Deck! That means we got three times the Ken Griffey Jr. to remember, a bunch of utility guys with mustaches, and Nolan Ryan bonding with a child, all in a pack that our own David Roth calls “catcher-ful.”
Walking baseball almanac David Roth and I have spent a lot of time remembering the vaguely known guys of the diamond, but today, we’re switching it up. While we’re sticking around in the same dawn-of-grunge/golden age of hip-hop era (the late ’80s and early ’90s), the shorts are shorter, and the retro Washington…
“Oooh. Ooaaaagh. Aaaaoowwgh Ho Ho.”
We’re back for another episode of Let’s Remember Some Guys, in which our own David Roth continues his quest to procure from the depths of his memory at least one fact about every single baseball player that history has ever known.
In the first episode of Let’s Remember Some Guys, we learned that David Roth possessed a remarkable capacity to remember almost all early ’90s baseball players found on cards in a wax pack. But could he handle the off-brand, mysteriously vague “Baseball Legends” pack? The answer was an emphatic “Duh.”
When you come into some unopened packs of early ’90s baseball cards, there’s not a whole lot you can do with them. You’re basically just out a few quarters—unless one of your joys in life is sitting on some vaguely retro furniture and trying to turn faint sparks of memory into fully formed remembrance.
On Wednesday, our old pal Jack Dickey tweeted out a list of random ballplayers that he had written down as a child:
Here’s an email from Elliott: