So today I decided to take some time to tackle some of the house rearranging that needs to happen. One aspect of this change is the removal of my bobbleheads from their display shelves. Well, I wasn't careful enough when I grabbed a bobblehead from the back row, and I managed to take out a couple of the 2007 minis honoring the '82 World Series team. Witness the carnage.
Mike Caldwell was the first to take a spill. I actually tipped Don Sutton first, but somehow managed to catch it. Caldwell, though, now stands at a seriously fucked up angle. He laments the loss of his arm, and curses his cruel master.
Pete Vuckovich actually got the worst of it, though. Oh, wait, there are two gloves on the ground. The arm holding the ball in the first shot actually belongs to Vuke, and one of those gloves belongs to Caldwell.
Gaaaahhhhh, I know I'll have to replace these someday. I might have to hold out until I can find them at a card show someday, where they are much more affordable. Thankfully, they weren't the rare powder blue away uniform versions. Usually I'm a total Captain Careful when it comes to stuff like this, but I really blew it today.