Upon first meeting Joe in the parking lot, he handed me a couple of junk wax packs ('90 and '91 Topps). Much like a Japanese salaryman presenting his business card, Joe placed the packs in my hand. I was so eager to give my Bipping to him, I carelessly tossed his gift on the passenger seat of my car.
Blinded by my own Bip giving, I didn't realize that it could be me that was the Bippee.
The packs didn't appear tampered with:
OH, NO!!! LEDEE-BIPPED!
Joe eased the Bip-burn with a couple of nice Padres relics.
As a Bipper, Joe is one-of-a-kind. As a blogger, one-of-the-kindest.