ST. LOUIS, MO- You might think I was ready to talk about the savory smell of BBQ wafting through Lot B at Truman Sports Complex this afternoon but no, friends of mine from the wrong side of the state of Missouri are in full effect beating their chests after a 3-3 road trip of their own. Here is an article in this morning's St. Louis Post-Dispatch that swiftly dispatched me of my breakfast:
Here are some of the highlights:
In case you didn’t know it, we’ll be happy to repeat it. If you didn’t hear us say it the first 100,000 times, no problem. We’ll brag on it again. And again. … And again. … Let’s face it: we’re baseball snobs. The Cardinals and their fans can be annoying to outsiders. Try to view it through the eyes of the non-believers.
Fair enough, this is a pretty accurate description of the state of the Universe. But that's as far as the self-realization goes, and the remainder of the article is thoroughly self-aggrandizing:
Just the sight of that Cardinal red makes their faces turn red. It’s too much to handle. "My Cardinals! My beloved, sweet, Best Fans In Baseball Cardinals! My comforting Midwestern oasis from this hard, wonderful city … bullies! The Cardinals are the Yankees now? How did that happen?" Forget what the calendar tells you, a visit to a Cardinals’ home game is like taking a trip back in time, to simpler and happier days. It’s always 1964 in St. Louis. You may also take note of the thousands of women in the house. Why would I bring that up? A couple of years ago the online dating service, Match.com, ranked St. Louis as the No. 1 "hot bed for ladies who love baseball."
That's enough ranting about the BFIB for now. I really hope the Royals can start putting more W's on the board this year, just as much to reduce the number of fairweather Cardinals red t-shirts in the stands at the K on May 27th, if anything.