Pony Express Mail update Part 2

Back with a part 2 of the recent mail updates from Friends and Strangers alike.

JBozovsky has written a book about the nearly criminal nature of baseball in turn of last century North Dakota that I very much wish to read one of these days. Among my favorite aspects of baseball are colorful characters and Chicanery.  He's helped me with the 2001/2002 topps Archives sets which will become a Frankenset of Players First, Last and Best cards once I finish up the last 20 or 25 I need from 2002.  He send me a nice stack of '58s trashers that I'll be slotting in tonight.  

I get why a kid would scribble out the name of the team if someone got traded but I never understood why they'd scribble the guy's name out and further confuse things by writing "Royer" (B. Hunter) or "Lance" (D. Fondy).  I also love that for a few years the Cincinnati Professional Baseball Club of the National League was so alarmed by the Red Scare that they referred to themselves as the "RedLegs" thus making a brief period in modern times where there were 3 teams (Spot all 3 above) whose name referred to their Legs or feet.  And they call baseball wholesome.  

Stevie Jay has been hooking me up with good stuff for my "'73: 50 years of wear and tear, Just like me" set but he had to retire a few things that have now been slotted into the Trashed set.  

I noticed a couple cards with Bandito mustaches that got by me on first glance.  He shared that those were donated to the cause by his 9-year-old self. It makes me wonder what his 9yo self had against the 1973 set. 

Well, nothing much it turns out.  He liked to keep his cards in team sets, stacked alphabetically, and held with rubber bands, which cause that amazing fraying along the edges.  So now you can get to making your own Trashed set with a bag of rubber bands.  That is much easier than my original theory in which he was brushing a badger with handfuls of cards.  See, my brain always goes to the most insane cartoonish explanation first for basically any event that might happen.  I'm always hearing Zebras in the distance. I mean who knew Benicio Del Toro played for the Yankees in '73.