We FINALLY Got This Table.

No.

Of COURSE it's not the real Honus Wagner card.

I don't know where that is (someone will enlighten me) (MAYBE. No one reads this blog but my dad and husband.), but it's so unimaginably valuable, that to glue it to the wall would be unthinkable.

Still, it's a nice spot to have a dinner or a few drinks; both, even. I like this table, but I don't ever ask for it. I figure that for each rare occasion we are seated there, provided it's a random gift rather than an engineered favor, it's a special baseball moment shared.