tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259650071875106920.post7154795599839457376..comments2023-07-24T05:21:36.080-05:00Comments on Confluence City: Why I love St Louis & baseball but not the CardinalsPoetry Scoreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15624640062686409332noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259650071875106920.post-87178706307117581162012-08-23T17:39:07.376-05:002012-08-23T17:39:07.376-05:00If you grew up as a child going to Busch Stadium, ...If you grew up as a child going to Busch Stadium, odds are you will become a Cardinal fan. Or you might not. Nothing wrong with that. If you grew up in Granite City, odds are you will have many good childhood memories of Granite City. Nothing wrong with this either. So stop all the judgement and just enjoy baseball....any baseball.<br /><br />And describing Tom Herr as a mediocre second baseman is not only inaccurate but insulting. So now that LaGenius is gone.....Go Cardinals!!!!!JvKnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259650071875106920.post-30901346759462487322011-10-18T17:36:37.607-05:002011-10-18T17:36:37.607-05:00It's just another form of "lonely life bu...It's just another form of "lonely life bullshit" (LLB) as far as I can see it. We are so starved to connect to our fellow humans that we will lie to ourselves, turn a pile of bullshit into a blessing, just to have the feeling of being in it together. It's like fuel for small talk under the guise of meaningful talk. Other manifestations of LLB are far too many to list. Of course, there are so many real things that we overlook in the process, but things that matter can be a bit overwhelming.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4259650071875106920.post-31013845896270525702011-10-18T12:47:48.777-05:002011-10-18T12:47:48.777-05:00I get this in part. To me this is a form of nostal...I get this in part. To me this is a form of nostalgia being expressed for a game that is and will always be in flux, changing and evolving in some way, even if in a small bits. It seems that the nostalgia was born from an aberration in Cardinal history (one that the Mets and most teams aren't above engaging in, after all). I guess for me, being away for so many years, missing the game and living in Europe where I couldn't watch or hear it, made me really enjoy coming home and listening to Mike Shannon. It took me back to those days in fifth or sixth grade, and I remember falling asleep to the games and even listening to some of them at your house or my house as we studied those old baseball cards (I still have all mine, as well). Being away from the local media, I've been oblivious to LaRussa's politics, but have admired his scrappy way of doing whatever it takes to win and not being a manager who relies on the long ball. I love his commitment to great defense at the expense of the bat (sitting Freese or Berkman in late innings). Yes, the game has morphed into one dominated more and more by money and distant, aloof owners who are committed to profit above all else, it seems... but as a fan, and as a former scrappy shortstop who loves nothing more than a beautifully turned double play or an impromptu squeeze catching a pitcher unaware, I accept the imperfections all around the game as I sip a few beers and listen or watch a game that I can't help but love. I am, imperfect as well, after all, and the game is a part of me. There is no other sport that lends itself so perfectly to poetry as that game without a timed ending... a game that can go on and on as long as we're willing to be a part of it all...J. Moadnoreply@blogger.com