Since I no longer have a heart, April Fools brings very little joy to me because the comedy part of me has died. Try as I might to recapture the healthy bit of funny in my life, it eludes me on days like today, chased out by teeth clenching anger sourced from our new performative Internet reality. Everything is a joke so nothing is a joke.
Anyway, let’s step back from Fitzpatrick Fake Filosophy and look at something actually, legit funny like Baseball Card Vandals. BCV is a hysterical fusion of found art manipulation and comic commentary on masculinity, contemporary culture, and the shit of sports. As someone who actively avoids sporting events and the surrounding culture, this appeals to me because it is degrading what is opposite of me (masculine straight men). It feels like a childish reward, that we finally are at a point where we can make fun of athletes by drawing all over their faces, as depicted by on childhood trading cards.
The idea comes from brothers Beau and Bryan Abbot who flex their artistic and critical voices by taking Sharpie to card. All of the cards are funny and so cleverly creative because they reform and rethink the content of the card by obscuring words, body parts, and more to make a joke. It’s like that one Diesel advertisement that repurposed porn: it’s the same type of joke. The Abbots are also scratching so many of my intellectual loves like Elizabeth Warren being better than Bern, King Of The Hill fandom, dumb sex humor, and dicks and dicks and dicks and dicks and dicks and poops and poops and poops (and some art).
For sports lovers and sports haters, there is a lot to enjoy in BCV. You can even get in on the vandalizing action because all the cards are for sale. They’re only $25, too! If you need some afternoon, “Why won’t work end?” LOLz, spend lots of time perusing the BCV archives. They’re quite good. They’re a great reminder that truly fantastic funny things are found in simple, creative forms of expression—not by big bloated April foolery.