The expression of a player with a career .313 OBP & .352 SLG, staring at the ball as it’s crossing home plate. That look of fascination and utter confusion and amusement about it. Almost like he’s asking himself, “hey, am I a glazed donut?”. He also looks clueless in a cameo on Joe Lefebvre’s card in this set.
The ups and downs of Joe Lefebvre. He had some wide split stats, and I’m not even sure why the Padres left him in the majors so long in ’82. By the way, we know who the other 2 players in this card are, and approximately what game this is.
John Urrea reminds me of an calm western gunslinger here, and is one of the most curious and mysterious players I’ve come across. He disappeared right after his best season and he was only 26.