It's just about an hour now; the obnoxious annual ritual that is Cardinals postseason baseball will begin, against the Los Angeles Dodgers in the National League Division Series. What does it feel like? Well, if you could feel like you are going to vomit, but totally in a positive way, that's it.
It seems like all the greats are watching us, to see if these men will carry the birds on the bat with the special pride and dignity of champions. That, by the way, has little to do with winning and losing; last year's team fell short in the World Series, but they played for each other; they played for us, and they were a credit to the game. That's the Cardinal Way.
If I were not me, I would have been a pitcher. I feel it in my bones; I see the game differently than the average fan. This is not average fan time; this is the time when hearts rise and fall with every fraction of an inch.
Let's do this.
It seems like all the greats are watching us, to see if these men will carry the birds on the bat with the special pride and dignity of champions. That, by the way, has little to do with winning and losing; last year's team fell short in the World Series, but they played for each other; they played for us, and they were a credit to the game. That's the Cardinal Way.
If I were not me, I would have been a pitcher. I feel it in my bones; I see the game differently than the average fan. This is not average fan time; this is the time when hearts rise and fall with every fraction of an inch.
Let's do this.
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