Apparently my heartfelt tribute to the Cardinals rang hollow in some quarters of the interwebs. And it hurts me to see that while I am on vacation I have to check in to see such vitriol pointed in my general direction. So, because I want to be the bigger man, I decided to write another little ode to the Cardinals. However, this time I will do it in limerick form.
Albert: Another grand slam
McGwire: A forgotten man
Why keep on pitchin’
When Pujols is itchin’
And balls just wind up in the stands?
Is that better, Mr. Lung? Are we square now? Or do you plan to continue denigrating my good faith efforts?
At least there is one thing we can agree on. We may not be number one but it still feels pretty good to be number two. Actually, that just sounds wrong.
Dizzy Dean. Stan Musial. Bob Gibson. Ozzie Smith. Albert Pujols. Some of those names still strike fear in the heart of Tigers’ fans. And for good reason. Gibson almost single-handedly won the 1968 World Series for the Cards. Dizzy Dean pretty much did several years earlier. And Albert Pujols? Well, whether I like it or not there’s no denying that he is the most dominant force in the game today.
Interleague play has kind of done away with the idea of a true AL-NL rivalry but for teams that may not share a city, a state or a league, Detroit and St. Louis have created a memorable rivalry. The sad fact of the matter, though, is that the Tigers usually come out on the losing end of that competition. Somehow the Cards just find a way to win the close games and the games that matter.
The most recent meaningful matchup, the 2006 World Series, had the Tigers almost all but certain to blow away the lowly Cards who limped into the playoffs barely over .500. But just like they had done all season, the Cards found a way to win and walked off with the real hardware when it was all said and done.
I guess what I’m trying to say is this. Jeff, I know this is late but your team won and proved again that when it matters, be it the World Series or an interleague series, you have the better team. So here it is, the picture I promised. I won’t say I’m proud of it but I will say that I’m good on my word.
I will be away for the next couple weeks. I may pop in from time to time as I can but be nice to Jeff as he holds down the fort. And don’t forget to send us your filibuster questions!
My esteemed colleague, Mr. Lung, called me out recently (ok, yesterday) about the fact that I have not yet lived up to my end of the bargain we made regarding the Tigers-Cardinals series this past weekend. And he’s right, I haven’t. However, I want to assure him and our readers that I’m good on my word and I will pay up in full very soon.
See, there’s a problem out there today. We all have responsibilities in life and it’s important that we live up to them. For instance, Kyle Farnsworth is responsible for providing me with tales of his suckitude and for that I thank him because he completely fulfills that role. Likewise, the Cardinals will continue to disappoint Jeff after that high point they hit in 2006 and when his man-crush, Albert, leaves in a couple years, he’ll be left with nothing but a DVD set of highlights from that magical year.
There’s another thing we could always count on, though, which isn’t so true anymore: ballplayers being there for us. Things like calling home run shots, hitting one out of the park for a sick kid or being there before and after the game to sign autographs. But that’s just not the case anymore.
For instance, the new Yankee Stadium was purposely designed not to be the most fan friendly place and when you’re paying a week’s salary to go to the game, well, that kind of matters. And I’m sure every baseball fan has heard the Alex Rios story by now and seen the video. I’m not saying that harassing a ballplayer is justified but it seems like the distance between the players and the fans just keeps growing. Again, I’m not saying they should be going out for a beer with us after the game but is signing an autograph going to kill you, buddy?
Anyway, I guess my point is that I am not a Yankee, seeking to duck the fans and escape when the game is over nor am I an Alex Rios ignoring fans and autograph seekers. When it comes down to it, when I’m faced with my responsibilities, I man up and take care of it. However, unfortunately for Mr. Lung and our dear readers, I am a procrastinator so you’ll have to wait.