A recent Post-Dispatch article asks the looming question: How much should the Cardinals pay to keep Albert Pujols a Cardinal for life?
The writers hem and haw about equivalent players, precedents, and what the team can afford, but I think this guy nailed it in the comments section:
You offer him Chesterfield. All of it.
If he balks at that, give him Ladue, with an option for Town & Country.
If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infant’s life, she will choose to save the infant’s life without even considering if there are men on base.
It’s October again – that must mean it’s time for playoff baseball, featuring my hometown St. Louis Cardinals. As is tradition around these parts, I’ve changed the masthead accordingly.
I had the good fortune to see them stomp the Astros 11-3 a few weeks ago. Here’s hoping for similarly lopsided scores as they go for another World Series ring.
What does a mama bear on the pill have in common with the World Series? No cubs. –Harry Caray
Albert Pujols during the Astros/Cardinals Game yesterday:
- 2 at bats
- 2 homeruns
- 7 RBIs
All of the first 5 games for the entire KC Royals team:
- 167 At bats
- 2 Homeruns
- 8 RBIs
Four baseball fans – a Red Sox fan, a Yankees fan, a Cardinals fan, and a Cubs fan – are climbing a mountain and arguing about who loves his team more.
The Red Sox fan insists he is the most loyal. “This is for the Red Sox!” he yells, and jumps off the side of the mountain.
Not to be outdone, the Yankees fan shouts, “This is for the Yankees!” and throws himself off the mountain.
The Cardinals fan is next, so he yells, “This is for everyone!” and then pushes the Cubs fan off the mountain.
The ball from Barry Bond’s 756th homer will be branded with an asterisk, then sent to Cooperstown.
The Cardinals don’t stand a chance in hell of taking the central if they keep putting Reyes on the mound. I know he was the Game 1 World Series hero last year, but holy shit he can’t pitch worth a damn this year. He’s got an abysmal 2-12 record, an ugly 5.46 ERA, and he just gave up his second grand slam in two games.
He’s already been down to the the minors once this year. Send him back, already.
At the start of the playoffs, 0 of 19 ESPN writers picked the Cards to win the World Series. At the start of the World Series, only 1 out of 10 picked the Cards to win. After tonight’s thrashing, I’d like to take a moment to offer those analysts a nice cup of SHUT THE HELL UP!!
Game 1 Score: 7-2 Cards.
The last time the Cardinals won the world series was 11 days before my birth. This may be the year I finally get to see a championship from outside the womb.
All year long, Cardinals fans have been bemused and bewildered by Scott Spezio’s facial hair. Since spring training, he’s sported a bright red soul patch that pairs nicely with his uniform, but clashes with social norms.
Now that he’s on a post-season tear, his patch seems to have finally won over the hearts of Cards fans. Just ask all the people in the stands last night who had glued red feathers to their chins in solidarity. I wish I could find a picture, because words can’t really do the scene justice. Seeing 60 year old women sporting a bright red soul patch is beyond hilarious.
From ESPN.com, a poetic, if somewhat misinformed, account of Jeff Suppan’s homer last night:
For a fleeting mini-moment, it looked like a replay of Scott Spiezio’s triple at Shea on Friday in which the right fielder, Shawn Green, swatted the baseball off the top of the fence and back into play. Except this time, Chavez crashed into the wall and swatted nothing but 100 percent, pure unadulterated oxygen.
Wow, no wonder sports performances are getting better every year. They’re now pumping stadiums full of oxygen. (Just don’t light a match).
Composition of the atmosphere:
A quick and dirty redesign to commemorate the Cardinals’ entry into the NLCS.
World Series, here we come!
(Refresh your browser if you don’t see the new red titlebar)
Zidane is a thug. Did you see that headbutt? Losing your cool and putting your team a man down in overtime is inexcusable.
Also, how would you like to be Trezeguet, forever known as the guy who hit the crossbar and lost the world cup for France. Ouch.
Monday, I was pretty damn excited when Pujols hit that homer. I had a friend who was at the game, and I called him on his cell phone right after the ball left the stadium. He had no problem hearing my taunts – I think you could hear a pin drop in that stadium.
Last night was a little bit less fun. I went out to a bar with some friends to watch the game, and I’m almost 100% positive that I was the only Cardinals fan in the place. There’s nothing like being surrounded by rowdy fans of the other team to make you feel alone in your misery. No jersey or hat this time, but that didn’t stop me from getting flipped off twice. I suppose it would have been more, but most people just felt sorry for me.
My buddies are all trying to convince me to root for Houston now, but I don’t think it’ll happen. I mean, that’d be like sleeping with the girl who just ran over your wife, right?
Last night I went to a bar here in Houston to watch the Cardinals play the Astros. It was my feeling that since I would be grossly outnumbered, I should represent by wearing my Cardinals jersey and hat. (Is he brave or stupid, you might ask at this point…)
From what I could tell, there was only one other Cardinals fan in the whole damn place. From opposite sides of the bar, we booed the Astros’ double plays and cheered the Cardinals runs. And when Reggie Sanders belted his two-run homer, we made eye contact while cheering loudly and shared a moment.
Over the course of the evening, I racked up the following abuse:
No violence took place, though, and I had a good time watching the Cards smash the ‘stros. Game 2 is tonight. Get your rally caps on!
In case you haven’t noticed, my boys, the St. Louis Cardinals, are tearing it up right now. They’re running nine games up in the NL Central and six games ahead of anyone in the NL.
And to top it all off, they absolutely slaughtered our hated foes, the Cubbies, earlier this week. Albert Pujols had not one, not two, but THREE homers as part of a 5-for-5 night at Wrigley.
Honestly, does it get any better than that??
Eric Neel had this to say about the Cards:
So I’m going to say it right now. I am wrong. I am wrong to have doubted the Cardinals. I am wrong, very wrong, to have thought the Cubs could hang with this team. I am wrong, very, very wrong to have said that Houston even belonged in the same conversation with this team.
The Cardinals are right. Right as rain. Right as a rail, riding straight through to the playoffs.
And you want to know where I’ll be on the Cardinals from here on out? Right in front of the television, saying “I am wrong,” over and over and over again, like a mantra, like a desperate plea for forgiveness.
I’ve said it before, and been wrong, but this time, I FEEL it. This is our year. The Cards finish the Yankees off in Game 6 of the World Series.
Just remember: You heard it here first.