+ Added a new dataset.
Minor League Rule 5 Draft Picks from 1998-2025. Listed with pick number, selecting team, original team and the phase (AA,AAA). The data is in the
Rule 5 section under
Draft.
+ The
TBC Card Store is meeting expectations. The 1st card sold was a pair of
2023 Topps Gunnar Henderson rookie cards. If you collect cards, you can support TBC by buying a card or 2 from the store!
Since the store opened earlier in 2025, TBC has sold 1414 cards through 416 orders. Although the long-term plan is to create a business model to make a small profit on the hobby, the current plan is simply to enjoy the process of ripping and selling ... using the proceeds of the sales to support the ripping. Eventually I would like to learn to make a profit although from what I am learning, it is hard work. But then again, so was TBC.
If you're in Canada and have a small collection of cards that you want to ditch,
let me know. I'm exploring the idea of purchasing small collections.
> I am so dedicated to those who buy cards from me that I braved an unsalted driveway and a barely salted downhill street to mail the 15 cards ordered over the weekend.
I stomped the 3 front of the TBC Office Complex until the ice disentegrated under my manly Canadian boots. And then I gently and gingerly moved down the driveway, holding on to dear life to the parked cars. Holding mirrors. Smudging windows. Maybe I grapped a windshield wiper? I grabbed the mail key from the 2nd car. Maybe a card or 2 arrived?
When the cars were no longer helpful, I still had 15 feet of driveway, downhill, with no vehicular support. I moved slowly. A truck stopped on the road to either watch or protect itself from my adventure. I took my baby steps down the driveway. Arms out. I'm in shape. I run. I'm spry enough. But I assumed I was going down at some point. The only question was how injured would I be.
I made it to the barely salted road. I switched to a strut and then my foot slipped and my arms swung around like Witney Carson on Dancing with the Stars. I kept my cool. I stayed on my feet. I knew that truck was behind me. Did he see? My hood blocked all peripheral vision. I was now emotionally distant from my manly foot stomp on the stairs. Seems like days ago. The truck behind me backed into a driveway and turned around. He saw what he needed to see, the headlights shaking their heads slowly.
I made it to the mailbox using my tunnel vision. 2 steps away, I did another Witney Carson move. Maybe a Paso Doble? Maybe an Argentian Tango? No. I think it was a quickstep. I dutifully pushed the 9 envelopes through the thin slot. Taking my time. One at a time. Reading the names on the envelopes. Quietly thanking them. I checked my mailbox and found 3 late Christmas cards. Crap. No baseball cards. As I turned to head back to the icy road/dance floor, some red pants flashed into my range of vision. "Bonjour" said the pants. "Bonjour" I replied without swinging my head around. Did he see the quickstep? How long was he standing there? I slowly walked back up the hill, feeling defeated, trying to find the path of least resistance. There was no more dancing for me. I slowly made my way back up the driveway and made a mental note to buy salt or else nobody would be able to deliver ordered Baseball Cards up my driveway. I put the mail key back in the car and slowly did the Nursing Home cha-cha up the driveway to the path up the stairs created by some manly man a few minutes earlier.
