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Baseball Prospectus is taking Monday off to rejoice Memorial Day, however to revive a practice from a short time again, a few of our employees have put collectively a bit of assortment of writing on a selected subject: Our favourite items of pointless, ridiculous baseball memorabilia. Baseball is already a reasonably meaningless pastime, if we’re being sincere, which make its lifeless ends and dusty corners all of the extra endearing. So please get pleasure from this sequence of non-public reminiscences, and be happy to contribute your personal within the feedback. Thanks for studying.

What’s the best end-of-the-school-year present for a scholar to offer a male elementary instructor who doesn’t put on ties or drink espresso? I don’t know and I’m him. I’ve gotten some bizarre stuff in 17 years of instructing as a result of I flummox well-intended mother and father: shampoo, potpourri, cologne… Wait, do I odor dangerous? More often than not I get mugs or Starbucks present playing cards. The mugs finally get thrown out—my cupboard is already filled with them and so they not often get used. As for the present playing cards, I normally give them to different individuals as a result of, once more, I’m not a espresso drinker. 

One scholar gave me a baseball printed with all the signatures from the Declaration of Independence. Why would somebody create and promote such an odd factor? The entire signers had died by the point baseball got here to exist. It doesn’t matter; I adore it. The scholar knew I get pleasure from baseball, and the Declaration of Independence is one thing youngsters find out about at school, so it was a splendidly considerate present. It resides on a bookshelf in my basement nestled between Duke Snider and Willie Mays, neither of whom signed the Declaration of Independence. —Daniel R. Epstein

Lengthy earlier than numerous web sites pounced on the chance to show each small baseball joke or semi-odd quote right into a t-shirt, novelty gear could possibly be discovered within the wild, however not practically as typically. One such try that I capitalized (?) on within the mid-2000s was when the Yankees put out a “bought melky?” shirt in honor of considered one of their few standout rookies from that decade, Melky Cabrera.

I’m not even certain why I bought it. It was most likely simply at Modell’s or a type of many t-shirt kiosks on the mall, and I mentioned, “Huh, neat! I do like that Melky.” Selections weren’t well-thought out again then. I don’t suppose I even wore it that always as a result of for as enjoyable as his robbery was of Manny Ramirez in June 2006, he wasn’t that good a hitter and I used to be already carrying the hell out of Robinson Canó merch anyway.

I haven’t tried to place it on in years and there’s no likelihood in hell that it matches me anymore. However possibly at some point it is going to be a goofy merchandise of ephemera for some future Mearns member of the family. It beats “JOBA RULES,” I’ll say that a lot. —Andrew Mearns

Gathering baseball playing cards is unimaginable as a result of there’s no improper option to do it. You wish to blow 1000’s of {dollars} on PSA 10s? Go proper forward. You wish to accumulate all of the playing cards of 1 explicit participant? Certain. Personally, my area of interest is discovering probably the most outlandish or fascinating playing cards I can—and imagine me, there’s loads. 

One in every of my favorites needs to be a Rickey Henderson card from the infamous 1992 Rating Dream Crew sequence. Rickey appears effortlessly cool, he all the time does. Nonetheless, the composition of the cardboard is uncommon. Rickey is holding a bat, like he’s on the brink of swing, if it weren’t for the truth that he’s sitting on a stack of bases. Inexplicably, he’s carrying nothing however boxer briefs.

It’s exhausting to explain why this card is charming. Is it the tasteful black and white colour palette? The JC-Penney-esque photograph background? The understated smile Rickey sports activities, like he is aware of simply how ridiculous that is too?  Possibly. Maybe it’s simply that this card captures how sports activities don’t must take themselves so severely. Regardless, this card has stored me firm by means of 4 strikes and half my school profession. I solely remorse making a gift of the matching shirtless Jose Canseco. —Catherine Galanti

Right here within the Dallas space, we home a person who I can solely think about is Mike Trout‘s hero – a professional-baseball-player-turned-weatherman. He goes by the title of Pete Delkus and regardless of a very unreliable forecast, he has turn into fashionable domestically. For a grand complete of $3, my mother and father have been capable of finding and put in my stocking a signed baseball card from the person himself. How he didn’t make the massive leagues with 35 strikeouts in 94 Triple-A innings is past me, however his playing cards and photos reside on nonetheless. Additionally: What a fantastic brand Portland used to have. —Grant Schiller

A 12 months after he pitched for Cleveland within the 1995 World Sequence, Julian Tavarez (sure, the well-traveled reliever of the exact same title!) sat within the stands at Greer Stadium in Nashville charting pitches for the Buffalo Bisons towards the Sounds. I don’t understand how my dad acknowledged him, why he sprung for a Cleveland-branded baseball or why he inspired me to go hassle this completely nice-seeming man quietly doing his rehab task for an autograph in the midst of a sport—we weren’t Cleveland individuals, autograph individuals or significantly (till then, at the very least) Julian Tavarez individuals. However get the autograph I did and thus started my heat affection for considered one of baseball’s most journeyed journeymen. After a short hiatus within the farthest reaches of my mother and father’ basement, the ball now occupies a spot of prominence on my bookshelf for causes I can’t clarify to anybody, together with myself. I hope somebody reveals this to Julian Tavarez and it places a pep in his step for the remainder of the day. —Colby Wilson

I’ve a Tyler Clippard shirsey signed by Drew Storen hanging in my hallway. I bought it on a sizzling July afternoon. Given a “would you signal my shirt?” request, Storen answered with a sure apprehension. (My again was, to be truthful, fairly sweaty.) Then he registered the title printed there—not his personal, however a buddy’s. He laughed and put Sharpie to material. His signature spanned my shoulder blades.

The shirsey nonetheless retains that day-of sweat, although it’s mercifully contained in a glass case for future sweat paleo-anthropologists. The entire shebang is bigger than most of my household photographs, than a few of my skilled awards. Bigger, maybe than, the Nationals’ accomplishments in 2012, 2014, 2016, 2017. A reminder that you just generally must knock, and knock, and knock, earlier than the door swings open. That by the point it lastly does, you may not be there to stroll by means of. —Sydney Bergman

At the back of my desk drawer I’ve assembled the least helpful assortment of baseball playing cards conceivable, a scrapbook of futility. It begins with a Mark Langston card that—at 85 cents—as soon as was probably the most helpful baseball card I owned, the higher ones all stolen. The Gregg Jefferies rookie card that price a tiny fraction of my soul. The ugly, blurry Tettleton rookie card tha made for an uglier highschool freshman artwork mission, the dots stippled one after the other as I chatted away my youth with mates.

There are the joke playing cards I made with youngsters on the afterschool program I labored at by means of grad faculty. There’s the Rick Jones card I wrote about whereas scholar instructing, amidst a 60-hour work week of lesson plans, the primary indication that I’d by no means escape sportswriting. The Paul Gibson shrinky dink I might later use to threaten authors who refused to ship of their bio for the Annual. And Jack Daugherty, the cardboard my daughter feasted upon practically a decade, god, a decade in the past. 

How horrible it will be if these playing cards have been mint situation, locked in slabs, excellent. As an alternative, they’re nugatory: defaced by my having lived by means of them. —Patrick Dubuque

Within the bygone days of the early 2000s, MLB instituted what was often called the “Last Vote,” a set of wayward, grindy, fan-favorite kind guys who have been thought-about snubbed by the All-Star fan vote and reserve choice. Let me flip your consideration to 2005, the place none aside from speedy menace Scott Podsednik had been delegated to the AL aspect for that coveted closing roster spot, together with Derek Jeter, Torii Hunter, Hideki Matsui, and Carl Crawford. As an 19-year outdated school scholar working within the White Sox crew store, I used to be given a five-inch-wide pinback button to don on my uniform, with the phrase “Vote For Scott”—a reference to the film Napoleon Dynamite, Podsednik’s title changing Pedro’s right down to the red-bubble typeface. 2005 was the primary 12 months textual content voting was launched; I inspired others to drag out their Motorola RAZRs to ship our beloved left-fielder to the midsummer traditional. Podsednik had received the hearts and minds of followers nationwide, overcoming Jeter and successful with 3,965,473 votes. The button, and my 2005 worker badge have been stored in a secure place; it will later show to be an excellent 12 months to be a White Sox fan. —Janice Scurio