Good grief! I said “if” not “when” they make the playoffs! I’m doomed. One little slip like that and the Great Post Season could pass you by. Oh great Post Season where are you!
Turns out “It” is in St. Louis.
And that’s another rock in the trick or treat bag. You see I’ve never liked the Cardinals, a sentiment dating back to my childhood when, if my parents were away, I would have to stay at my grandparents’ house in town and was forced to spend time with a die-hard Cardinals fan that lived nearby.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s okay to be fan – even of the Cardinals. But this guy was obnoxious. It was during the early and middle 60’s that he and I were often thrust together – during the later stages of an era many consider the “Golden Age” of baseball – and yet the guy knew nothing of the sport in general nor did he care to. And that angered me.
His problem, one that I easily perceived even as ten year-old, was the guy was not a baseball fan; he was just a Cardinals fan. Period. Consequently he was blind and deaf to everything happening within the great American Pastime outside the limited sphere of old Busch Stadium. Try to talk to him about Mays, or Mantle, Clemente, Aaron, or Koufax, and he would either ignore you, or interrupt you and resume his strident praise of Stan the Man and Bob Gibson, with an occasional nod to Harry Carrey.
I was never so happy when I finally came of age and could stay at home when my parents left town. But in all the years hence, I have maintained a dislike for the Cardinals.
Still, I’m enough of a man, and enough of a fan, to congratulate them on yet another championship season. And yes, I wish them well in the World Series. As a baseball team, they are head and shoulders above the rest. Pitching. Defense. A gifted mix of young and veteran talent. Once again, the St. Louis Cardinals can do it all, and they do it better than anyone else.
Notwithstanding, they will forever be the Beagle in my pumpkin patch.