This card, along with the Geronimo Gil autograph that led the way for the "A Case of the Sundays" feature, was really the inspiration for my highlighting cards and/or autographs and/or players that I don't particularly like. This one fits all three categories.
Even before all the steroid
Now I won't share the nickname I had for him, because it's not very nice, but some of you might know it or be able to figure it out. The one thing I will always remember about Jay is how he managed to hit his wife with a foul ball during a game in 2006. That takes skills.
And this card, oh this card. Not to mention the autograph. One word really sums them up. Absolute crap. OK, that's two words, but it's accurate. You've got your blatant sticker autograph that doesn't fit in the with the card at all, and an autograph that isn't much more than two brief squiggles. If you held a gun to my head, I might admit that I see a J, a G, and some sort of i in there. Awful.
In other news- I have something big planned for the coming week. It's something that is long overdue. Check back tomorrow!