Let me say up front that I’m sure Nick Beverley is a very nice man. He even coached my team for a handful of weeks before disappearing back into the mists of the front office. They went 9-6-2 before falling on their faces in the playoffs.
So I bear him no ill will. It’s just that these cards creep me out. Always have.
It’s the eyes. They just burn right into you. It’s like some evil hybrid of Charles Manson and the hypnotoad. You need to look away before it eats your soul.
Nietzsche said that when you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Nietzsche never saw a Nick Beverley hockey card. But he should have.
When I’d look at the ’76 Rangers, I’d have to skip past the defensemen. Just too scary. Makes one wonder just how opposing forwards dared bring the puck into his end.
There are lots of other Nick Beverley cards where he’s looking away and they’re just fine.
The safest way to look at these cards is from the back:
Honestly, though. They knew these things were being sold to kids. Should have known better than to put pictures like that. Far better to put pictures like this:
Now, THIS is something I could look at all day.