You like baseball? We like horror movies. It’s been a couple o’ years since we addressed the issue of sports and horror. The last time I mentioned the subject was my very first contribution The Liberal Dead and was all about how football fans and horror fans were a whole lot alike. I like football. I like horror movies. Baseball? Now that’s a horse of a different color, but thankfully you don’t have to be a baseball fan to enjoy what Shawn Savage and I have devised today.
We may not be huge baseball fans, but boy do we friggin’ love baseball cards. As a kid I used to build card houses with them and trade them with neighborhood kids. I think I even eventually traded a pile of them for a porn mag. I didn’t know what I was trading exactly, but I had a giant box full of them. I had the plastic sleeves to protect them (that I would later use to protect my Fright Flicks and Bernie Wrightson cards). My favorite were the Topps brand cards. They had little trophy’s on ‘em sometimes. Big ol’ team names on the front in brilliant color. Great borders and statistics on the back for which I would need a map and legend to try to understand. Collectors collect. Horders horde. Baseball cards are collectible whether you like the sport or not. My favorite cards were the 1986 Topps cards. They had the bright logos, the sharp contrasty headers and the reddish backs. Big ol’ unadulterated picture on the front. Give me a stick of dry card gum and one of those cards anyday.
But I’m a horror fan. And there in lies the conundrum. We have to share the TV and conversation with goddamn baseball through the entire month of October. We have come to a compromise!
October is the Race for the Pennant. Well Horror fans call it Halloween and our all stars have bigger knives then yours!