I have avoided talking about the Cards up until now because I had a somewhat irrational belief that if I just ignored them (and, yeah, clicked my heels together and said, “There’s no place like home!”) they would just vaporize into the mist of Eliminated Baseball Teams.
Not so, apparently.
The NLCS is all tied up, 2-2, between St. Louis (I will not call it St. Lulu. I repeat, I will not call it St. Lulu.) and it’s altogether a lot tighter than I would have expected. And it’s killing me.
It’s not that I hate St. Louis, because really, they’re a fun team and they beat out the Braves to the wildcard, which is enough to make me love just about anyone. Rationally, if they beat the Crew, I would sigh and be done with it, after mourning for the disappearance of Axford’s mustache from my TV screen. But as it is, I can’t stand them at all.
It goes back to ancient history, I think. Not ancient in the sense of those awesome reliefs from the 8th century, B.C. Just in the sense of coughcough2006coughcough.
Anyone else remember? I’m sure you do. The Mets epic downfall in the NLCS. What some people called the greatest collapse in the history of everything (that is, Major League Baseball). I remember that series vividly and the serious case of Baseball Fan Heartbreak that followed. And then watching the Cardinals go on to the win the World Series?
Not fun. Not fun at all.
And that, my friends, is why I can’t bring myself to even marginally like the Cardinals even though I’m sure they’re a totally lovely group of guys.
Well, that and the fact that I am IN BEAST MODE! Duh!