Actually, you know what I thought of when I opened these packs? First, I thought of that cheap incense college kids buy when they're trying to overpower the smell of marijuana. Then I thought of Susan dying on Seinfeld from licking too many cut-rate, toxic envelopes, and how that will be me if I keep opening these packs.
[Dons surgical mask]
Now on to the cards themselves. The design is just okay, nothing special. In fact, because of the overwhelming use of white in the design, the photos barely register. The back is boring, and the team name is not entirely legible, with matte silver text over a futuristic two-tone gradient. Also, the statistician made a huge blooper when they chose to use a "W" twice in the stat line for pitchers—once for Wins, and once for Walks. What, "BB" was too staid, too old fashioned for walks?
Finally, no autographs in my seven packs, but let me just say this: no set centered around the word "gold" is complete without a quad signature card of Bea Arthur, Estelle Getty, Rue McClanahan, and Betty White. Part of me really wants to see a YouTube clip of an insanely happy guy in his mid-forties busting a box of Topps 2012 and finding this card before passing out from the noxious stink.
And the other part of me just wants to watch Anchorman.