I thought I could do it, I thought if I unloaded a Clemente sized can of ass whup on BWTP that I could finally walk away in peace. But the bloods still pumping in this collectors heart and I'm back.
So welcome to AREA 40. What is the deal? What does it mean? Well, here's the scoop. I recently turned the big 39 and one of my buddies remarked it's all downhill from here and welcome to AREA 40. not sure I've heard that terminology before but he had enjoyed a few bourbon cordials so he may have just made it up. Either way I liked it so welcome to AREA 40.
The past few months I have been very good. I haven't opened any packs and didn't even fall victim to Ohtani fever. But I'm still itching and wondered how I can scratch one last time. So I've decided on a plan inspired by a picture.