It's been a pretty rough week. Last week my computer died, but I can shake that off easily. Yesterday I finally received my wholesale order of 500 assorted packs, and this is what I got. 125 packs of 1988 Donruss, 125 of 1989 Topps, 125 of Phil Rizzuto's National Pastime and 125 of Leaf's Baseballs Greatest Grossouts... which aren't even baseball cards, they're a Garbage Pail Kids ripoff. To top if off, the wholesale company won't answer my emails and continues to give me the run around on the phone. I'll be dragging their name through the mud very soon if I don't get some answers by tomorrow.
All of that is a drag, but today the worst happened. While taking one of my oldest dogs to the vet we found out that his brain tumor had pretty much taken over and was making him miserable. We had no choice but to put him to sleep. This dog is a really good dog, loving and funny. He's not the sharpest tool in the box, but he's the lovable goofy type. This was the first dog I've lost since I was a kid, meaning I had to be a "man" about it. I held it together until I had finished covering the grave I had dug in the backyard. After that I broke down like a baby. Now my other dog (the one who made a brief and terrified appearance during the group break) keeps wanting to go outside to lay on top of the grave. I'd take this all a little better if I had seen it coming, but today has hit me like a brick.
I wish I had something funny or interesting to say, but I really can't muster it up tonight. Thank you all for taking the time to read my sob story, I promise I'll do the same for you someday. I'll leave you with the only card I could find that resembles him.