I can't explain

I can't explain why I am surrounded by 2 dozen piles of cards on my desk.  I have absolutely no desire to move any of them. 

I can't explain why I have several titles for posts in my head, but can't write about any of them.  I have no idea right now how to expand on the ideas that I have.

I can't explain why I couldn't capitalize on a statement my wife made to me a week ago Friday.  When you come home from work and your better half says to you "I haven't seen any packages for you this week, what happened?"  A good blogger should be able to pounce on that little piece of humor.    Nothing.

I can't explain why millionaires and billionaires are fighting over money that can never be recovered.  That must be the explanation for the depression that I'm feeling, because I just don't understand anymore.

I can't explain why for some reason my interest in the World Series this year is far less than last year.  I watched about 5 innings of last night's game, and that was the most I've watched this entire postseason.

I can't explain why an idea I have for a series of posts called "before lockouts and strikes" (BLAS) is the only thing that I am really interested in posting right now.  Is it the malaise that this time of year creates?  I have 3 piles of Blue Jays cards nearby that I've received this week, plus another gigantic stack that I need to sort through.  Not feeling it.

Maybe it's the sudden rush that I've encountered for vintage cards.  My slow gravitation away from the modern sets towards older cards.  Towards cards that remind me of my childhood, or some that are even older than I am, but still bring back a longing for the past.

When I sit down and think about it, I'm so immersed in today's athletes, and we are so inundated with information about the modern sports world, that you begin to feel a sense of overload.   Too much information. 

When I see a card like the Al Hamilton above, or the Wally Moon below, my interest is piqued.  I don't have the information about players from that era that I do from this generation.  What made these guys want to play back then?  Obviously the love of the sport they played was a big part of it, because a lot of the players that played in the 60's and 70's certainly didn't become rich from their contracts. 

The semi annual sport card Expo in Toronto is coming up in 11 days.  I will be attending, and I'm curious to see what ends up grabbing my interest this time.  I'll be bringing my want lists, mostly for more modern sets, but that doesn't mean I have to pull them out of my pocket when I walk up to a table.

Who knows, maybe there will be somebody there that can explain what's happening to me.

Only time will tell.

thanks for reading, Robert