I am not a quitter. Never have been. In fact, I still smoke, I still stay up past midnight and I still believe the Cardinals have a shot at that last wild card spot. Yes. I believe. I have faith (albeit very little). This is why I was extremely disappointed to read Matthew Leach’s latest article, which basically says: our season is done, Cardinal fans… but hey, we weren’t supposed to be this good in the first place so everything’s cool.
Not cool, Mr. Leach. Definitely not cool.
And I am one of Mr. Leach’s biggest fans. I read his blog; I read his news articles. I actually read the guy’s book, so this is no blind sucker punch attack here. To do in the Cardinals with two weeks remaining in a season already considered by many to be one of the most overachieving to date is not a great way to keep your fan base interested, or on your side.
Besides, baseball isn’t about just being good enough not to embarrass yourself. Ask any Yankee fan how sick he/she feels right now knowing the team won’t make it to the post-season.
Baseball is about grinding, going a hard nine 162 times a year in the cold, the rain, the sun and the heat and then the cold again.
It’s about always giving your best by running out every ground ball, backing up the first baseman, meticulously spitting sunflower seed shells into a community bucket.
Baseball is about never giving up no matter how far back, how far down, how far away.
Mr. Leach, we’re only four and half games out of the wild card and ahead of us are three teams that are each notorious for their streaky play. We, as Cardinal fans, are not the despicable type who give up just because the future may look a tad dim.
In other words, we are not Allen Krause. Mr. Krause gave up on his team a long time ago; he gave up on the University of Michigan football team before the season even started and after one game he gave up on his beloved Detroit Lions.
Again, Mr. Leach, let me reiterate: We are NOT Allen Krause and for taking on that ‘throw-in-the-towel’ attitude — despite the fact that I sincerely respect your work — I have no choice but to send you a great big RSBS Eat It! from all of us who care.
Following along the lines of ‘good enough just ain’t good enough’, let me also thank all our dear readers for putting RSBS higher up on the MLBlog totem pole. Being ranked number two is certainly better than being ranked number five in total hits/popularity/readership; however, it would be irresponsible of me not to point out the simple fact that:
After scoring a devastating own goal during the 1994 World Cup, Andrés Escobar returned home and found out the hard way that leaving drug lords on the wrong side of a huge gambling debt does not help your own life expectancy. As if to add insult to injury, the killer supposedly yelled “Goooooooooooooooooooool” after each one of the twelve shots. Of course, this is right around the corner from where a disputed soccer match led to an all-out war so I guess we shouldn’t be too surprised.
The Chinese Olympic Baseball Team
No team likes to be showed up on its own turf and it didn’t help when the US team used a couple hard-nosed plays to take it to the Chinese team. However, even though throwing high and tight is a time-honored part of the game, beaning someone is not something you usually expect to see in the Olympics. Thanks China. It’s not like you already won more gold medals than us anyway, Sheesh.
Hm, maybe the prize should actually go to Castro and his clan for their ability to blame the yanquis for every Cuban misstep since 1959. Now, if it were the Yankees he blamed instead, I could get behind that.