Friday, December 12, 2014

Food-Issue Friday: Tom Thumb

Every culture has its own folklore. We Americans have Daniel Boone, Paul Bunyan, Bigfoot, Benjamin Franklin, Benedict Arnold and Babe the Blue Ox. Our friends north of the border have Jean Cadieux, the voyageurs and the story of Dungarvon Whooper. The English, of course, are rich with folklore: Dragons, dwarfs, elves, the black dog, Robin Hood, and the cutest of them all, little Tom Thumb.

As the oldest fairy tale printed in English, The History of Tom Thumb was first printed in 1621 and tells the adventures of a boy no bigger than his father's thumb. He was actually a part of the British folklore long before that, being a part of their oral tradition. His tale has been told a number of times by many different writers. One, dramatist Henry Fielding, cast Tom as a "mighty, although tiny, warrior and conqueror of giants, as well as the object of desire for many ladies of the courts" in his play, The History of Tom Thumb the Great. "Eventually, Tom dies when swallowed by a cow, but his ghost returns." (Wikipedia).

Which gets me to today's card.

1992 Cracker Jack Donruss Micro #2 (Series 2) Tom Glavine




















After having Topps produce micro cards as the toy surprises found in boxes of their snacks, Cracker Jacks used Donruss for their snacks in 1992.

Produced in two series, each set contained thirty-six cards and many of the games top stars. Series 1 backs feature a blue border, the Cracker Jack sailor, and a smatter of info/stats. Series 2 backs are similar, but have a red border and feature different players. Each series' cards are numbered from 1-36.



I've never been one to hide my affection for Tommy Glavine. Two Cy Young Awards; 300 Wins; Five 20-Win seasons; the plunking of Murphy (it took balls, yo!!); Game Six shutout of Cleveland in the 1995 World Series; Series MVP. Oh yeah, let's not forget...chicks dug him dig the long ball!

There's also that bit about his demise after being swallowed by a cow signing with New York, only to see his ghost return to Atlanta.

All part of Braves folklore.

And all without being blessed with a 95-mph heater or without being physically imposing. Tom Thumb, indeed.

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