Hamlet, Part II

If you have read my post yesterday, you know that Commishbob sent me a really cool 2011 rip card of Yovani Gallardo, serial numbered to 99.  Everyone who weighed in said "rip that Gallardo open!"

I mean, even though Hamlet didn't die at his own hands -- after all, Shakespeare had to make it a complete tragedy and kill off nearly everyone in one large, poisonous, bloody scene -- he still was "not to be".

So, it's only appropriate that I ripped open the Gallardo.  Curiosity killed the cat, and it got the best of me here.

I wish I could say that Bob and I will be splitting the proceeds of a Babe Ruth DNA relic of some sort, but that was not...to be...or in the card...or, come up with your own pun.

All we got inside of the rip card was freaking Tim Lincecum:

So, yeah, that was a bit of a let down. I was hoping that I'd at least get a limited edition mini of a Milwaukee Brewers player in the rip. 

But, that said, I guess this is good trade bait for you Giants collectors. Like you guys don't have enough to enjoy already with being the World Series champions!

Anyway, have a Happy Halloween. I'm off to Jacksonville.

Last year's way-too-close final score thanks to Todd Grantham's patented "Third-and-Grantham" style defense making sure that no third down is too long of a yardage to convert. Ask Louisville about that after the FSU game last night.

The sunset two years ago, with coloration provided by a combination of the south end of Hurricane Sandy's clouds and the general haze that inhabits Jacksonville.