It is upon us. The first step in a grand journey to the land of October. Hope is the very essence of the season. Can't you smell it in the brisk spring air? Can't you see it in the bright sunshine? Major League Baseball's glorious opening day is here, and I'm a happy, happy fan.
Dreaming is the goal on this day. Dreaming of Albert Pujols and Matt Holliday combining for 4 tape-measure HR's. Dreaming of Lance Berkman greeting the faithful at Busch III with a 5-5 day. Dreaming of Colby Rasmus doing the usual at the plate, while positioning himself appropriately in center field.
Fearless leader Chris Carpenter will take the ball today. The nightmare of Opening Day 2007 with him walking off the mound with a right arm about to fall off is a distant memory. Dreaming today of the long awaited no-hitter for our bulldog - the last remaining hole in his Redbird resume.
This fanatical, occasional blogger will man the twitter along with 100+ friends. You can find my list of BIG St. Louis Cardinal fans @stimpy66/stl-cardinals. Join us, and share the emotional roller-coaster that will be today.
The wonder of America's "Beautiful Game" is that we have no idea what will happen on any given day, nor do we know how we will feel at the end of the day. Euphoria may be quashed tomorrow. Likewise, despair will be banished soon (sorry, Cub fans, you are the exception that proves my rule). That is the unique condition thrust upon those of us that live and breath a sport that is dominated by failure. A hall of fame hitter fails nearly 70% of the time at the plate. A superior team disappoints 60 times a summer. Ain't it great!
This desert rat has the great fortune to be in the heart of Cardinal country. Alas, I will not be in the STL today for the festivities, but in a smoky sports bar in Herrin, IL, sharing the joy of the day with fine folks dressed in similar red apparel, leaving my poor mother alone for 3 hours in the afternoon. Sometimes, blood is not thicker than fandom.
Dreaming is the goal on this day. Dreaming of Albert Pujols and Matt Holliday combining for 4 tape-measure HR's. Dreaming of Lance Berkman greeting the faithful at Busch III with a 5-5 day. Dreaming of Colby Rasmus doing the usual at the plate, while positioning himself appropriately in center field.
Fearless leader Chris Carpenter will take the ball today. The nightmare of Opening Day 2007 with him walking off the mound with a right arm about to fall off is a distant memory. Dreaming today of the long awaited no-hitter for our bulldog - the last remaining hole in his Redbird resume.
This fanatical, occasional blogger will man the twitter along with 100+ friends. You can find my list of BIG St. Louis Cardinal fans @stimpy66/stl-cardinals. Join us, and share the emotional roller-coaster that will be today.
The wonder of America's "Beautiful Game" is that we have no idea what will happen on any given day, nor do we know how we will feel at the end of the day. Euphoria may be quashed tomorrow. Likewise, despair will be banished soon (sorry, Cub fans, you are the exception that proves my rule). That is the unique condition thrust upon those of us that live and breath a sport that is dominated by failure. A hall of fame hitter fails nearly 70% of the time at the plate. A superior team disappoints 60 times a summer. Ain't it great!
This desert rat has the great fortune to be in the heart of Cardinal country. Alas, I will not be in the STL today for the festivities, but in a smoky sports bar in Herrin, IL, sharing the joy of the day with fine folks dressed in similar red apparel, leaving my poor mother alone for 3 hours in the afternoon. Sometimes, blood is not thicker than fandom.
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