Month: April 2013

Thoughts and Prayers Go Out to Boston

In times of tragedy and sorrow, I am always amazed at the good in the world.  What happened today at the Boston Marathon is a disgusting display of why the human race is awful.  Two people have been killed, and over dozens more have been injured in the bombing that took place today at the finish line of one of the nation’s  most historic and oldest marathons.

But within this horrific event there is a silver lining.

NBC Sports Network tweeted that runners were crossing the finish line and then heading to the local hospitals to donate blood for those who were injured.

Police officers, fire fighters, and troops from the Massachusetts National Guard are out on the scene continuously showing America what it means to be a hero.

Americans are coming together to help one another, and in the wake of this tragedy, I still see a brighter future.

It is in times like these that we need to cling to the ones we love. Call your family.  Tell them how much you mean to them.  Because events like this, 9/11, and the Newtown tragedy remind me every day how short life really is.

With that being said, I will leave you with this quote from Mr. Rogers.

““When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ To this day, especially in times of ‘disaster,’ I remember my mother’s words, and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers – so many caring people in this world.”

Hang in there America.  Pray for Boston. Pray that the senseless violence comes to an end soon. And pray that we all learn what is really important in life- life itself.

A National Holiday in STL: Opening Day in Busch Stadium

Finally.  The best day of the year in St. Louis is here.  This is better than Veiled Prophet, and for those not from STL, I won’t even try to explain what that is.  Opening Day at Busch Stadium.  I can only describe it as a national holiday, because to us, Cardinals fans, that’s what it is.

Today is a day when the famous Budweiser Clydesdales will come back.  Today is a day when Fredbird will be back home in all his funny, feathery glory.  Today is a day when the young and the old can come together in mutual overwhelming, child-like joy.   The boys in red and white are finally home.  Its another season, and another year for the Cardinals to continue to prove why they are our favorite team.

I just want to clarify that Opening Day at Busch Stadium is different then Opening Day in general.  Opening Day at Busch Stadium means that I can go to games now.  It means that baseball is truly back, because before, it was almost like a dream.  Real, but not real, because I had to watch the Birds on the TV.  Now, with them home, its a reality.  And its one that is so sweet, St. Louis might explode.

Now, as I wrote earlier on this month, we are without our perfect knight.  Opening Day will not be the same without Stan the Man, nor will the game of baseball.  But his spirit will live on, in every Opening Day festivity, in every smile, in every call of the beer man, in every swing of the rally flag.

Stan Musial will never truly be lost to St. Louis, because he is St. Louis.

Today we take on the Reds.  We hate the Reds, because they are cocky, and from Ohio, and just basically embody everything that St. Louis doesnt like.  And every team has to have a rival, because lets be honest, the Cubs dont have much of anything to speak of for a rivalry right now. Image

So get excited Cardinal fans.  Opening Day is back.  And that means that our perfect knights in red and white are back to steal our hearts for another season.

Birds fall on Opening Day

Well, the best day of the year was back yesterday, and if you undertstand St. Louis, or follow me on Twitter, I’m sorry for the obnoxious amount of tweets that clogged your feed about Cardinal baseball, but I couldn’t help myself.

Opening Day is a happy day for half of the teams in the nation, and a sour note to the start of the season for the other half, and much to my heartache, my Birds started off the season on a sour note.

The game started off well for the Cards, with my man Matt Carpenter doubling to deep right to start the first inning.  Matt Holliday came up next, and slammed one to deep center, doubling as well and bringing Carpenter home.  Things were looking good for the Birds, with a 1-0 lead in the top of the first.

But then, Holliday runs into an out at third, Beltran flew out to right, and the Cards were coming out to play some defense.

Adam Wainwright was on the mound last night, and let us just take a minute to bask in that man’s delicious glory.  The man is 31, 6’7 and a glorious, good looking sight to behold when he pitches.  He has a smile that can melt anyone’s heart, and in St. Louis, Waino is a treasure that we all hope will continue to bring us good luck. But I digress.

Waino came out and debued an amazing curveball, that almost knocked me out of my chair, I was so impressed with it. He kept the Diamondbacks quiet up until the bottom of the fourth, when, with the Cards still holding on to a one run lead, Jason Kubel doubled to right field, scoring one run for Arizona. The bats kept swinging for the Diamondbacks as A.J. Pollack came up next and also doubled to center, scoring two more runs.

The Cards would never regain the lead after that, with Arizona scoring again in the bottom of the fifth on a throwing error by Daniel Descalso.  The Birds would score in the top of the seventh off a single by Descalso, bringing the score to 4-2 Arizona.

But the Diamonbacks continued to roll, scoring two more runs in the bottom of the eighth, making the final score 6-2 Arizona.

Now, I know we all wanted the Birds to win. No one likes to start their season 0-1.  But, the Cards are without 2011 World Series MVP David Freese, who is on the 15 day disabled list, as well as their closer, Jason Motte.  Our star pitcher, Chris Carpenter is out for the season, as well as Rafeal Furcal.  But just like in 2011, when we were without Waino, the Birds will do what the Birds do best.  We will over come. We will perserve. And when all else fails?

Keep calm and win on the last strike.

Opening Day, Stan the Man, and what it means to be a Cardinals fan.

The green grass blows in the wind.  The sound of a baseball smacking into a glove.  The pop of bubble gum, the smell of beer and hot dogs, and the crack of a bat as the best time of the year is finally upon us.  There is nothing better to a baseball fan than Opening Day.  I’m from St. Louis, so to me, and to so many fellow St. Louisians, Opening Day is better than Christmas.  Opening Day is when the team that never disappoints us finally comes back.

Gone are the days watching the Rams toil and fail, the Blues lose in overtime again.  Gone are those dark, dreary days of teams not amounting to anything.  Back are our boys in red and white, with that cheeky red bird proudly emblazoned on their chests. Back are the nights when you scream with joy as our team crushes the Cubs, bludgeons the Brewers, and tonight, annhilates Arizona.

Now, our greatest warrior, our perfect knight, Stan Musial, Stan the Man, is no longer with us.  But his memory will live on forever in St. Louis, because he is St. Louis. You can see him in the joy of every little kid that hugs Fredbird, every old man who reminisces about the good old days.  He’s the rally flags, the rally squirrel, the winning home run on the last strike, he’s in every single one of us.

When I heard he had passed, I bawled.  Disclaimer, I cry at anything Cardinals or St. Louis  related, that how deep my obsession with this city and team runs.  The Blues scored six goals in their game the night Musial died? Waterworks.  The Budweiser Clydesdale commercial during the Super Bowl? Niagra Falls.  The coverage of Musial’s funeral? Absolute meltdown.  But the way the city came together, the funeral procession he was given, is enough to make any baseball fan shed a tear.  You will not truly understand what it means to give your heart to team until you understand what it is like to be a Cardinals fan.  And Stan the Man understood what it meant to be a Cardinal fan.

The Cardinals will be wearing patches on their jerseys for him, and the city named one of the new Clydesdale foals after him.  Stan Musial will live on, as long as there are cheers in Busch Stadium, and the Redbirds are still flying high.  So rejoice St. Louis! Baseball is back, and so are the Birds.

Long live Stan Musial. Long live the Cardinals.