Green day

Late, late tonight, I promise I'll be back with my first Red Sox column since - well, I think since Papelbon whiffed Seth Smith and the Sox rejoiced in the Rockies. (That's my way of saying it's been way too long.) But the basketball has been put away for the summer, the wimpy Lakers appropriately vanquished, and from here on out we'll be all about baseball until the leaves turn. I'm looking forward to it.

In the meantime, I filled in as the DH today at one of my longtime favorite sites, Rich Lederer's BaseballAnalysts, and my guest column concerns a topic that is central to TATB's existence. Jenna Fischer? Lovely guess, but nope. Today, we're talking about . . . baseball cards. Do check it out for a nostalgic dose of dorkiness, and also to learn why that Steve Stroughter card always made the 12-year-old me laugh. And still does.