It wasn't fire, it wasn't acid, but it was something much, much dangerous to the card collector...
Serial Numbered cards! Bwahahahaha!
Rookies seemed to be a theme early on with the likes of fan favorites Augie Ojeda and Sean Marshall.
But then there were showers of rookies with potential and promises that were never fulfilled. David Patton? Ryan Gripp? Joey Nation? Jason Smith, Chris Gissell, Oswaldo Mairena, Felix Sanchez, Jon Leiscester, Nate Trout, and Freddie Bynum? Sheesh. How depressing!
Then, behold! The holy grail of fallen Cubs prospects!
But then rushing to my side Reed Johnson bounded in from centerfield and chased the failed prospects away as though it was as easy as scattering seagulls.
I be left to fend for myself for what the Colossus in store: solid major league performers came up to the plate. The big bats were first!
Facing a lineup of Crime Dog, Slammin' Sammy, Nomaaaah, DLee, ARam, and Alf is not easy business!
They were accompanied by some very powerful arms: Big Z, Mark the Messiah, Lieber, and Theodore Roosevelt Lilly.
Oh, what an onslaught of protected cardboard I did see.
In all there were just over one hundred serial numbered cards, but the picture below only reflects eighty-five.