In the last #2/#7 battle of the tournament, Sparky Lyle triumphed. His ‘stache was not trash, and it overcame Don Mattingly‘s strange over-sized comic-strip-backed entry into the competition. Twirl those ends!
And so we move to the #3/#6 battles. If the tourney seeding committee, comprised of me, has seeded these things well, the voting will be tight. This week, both cards come from the same set, but the players are found at very different points of their career.
1989 Topps Andre Dawson
Man, you can’t wipe the smile off of the Hawk’s face, young boy. Call me back when you’ve got some hair on that face and a few stats on your back, right? My name rhymes with ‘awesome’ can you dig? I hit 49 home runs last year. 4.9. How long till you have that many career home runs? Wait. This is some sort of joke, right? Putting me up against the rookie? This is like a dig at my age. Man, screw you guys. I ain’t old.
1989 Topps Craig Biggio
A Cub? And The Hawk of all Cubs? Awww, come on. And you got some picture of me like right after I got hit, right? I got plenty of better cards, like the one where the ball’s chasing me. But the ‘committee’ had this one lying around. You can see what I think of that. Well, hey, here’s something: this is the only card here that is worth anything. A bonafide rookie card, right here. So fresh faced that all they can do is highlight the fact that I had 14 hits in July this year, and hit .375 in Asheville two years ago. That’s money in the bank, even if I look like I just smelled some gym socks.