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Every December we like to take a look back at what happened during the year in RSBS. And with Christmas upon us and the annual RSBS holiday break about to take place, it’s that time of year again. Granted, there’s no way we could do this without all the hard work put in by the interns so I want to take this opportunity to personally thank them and ask them to keep up all the good work next year.
Now, before I get to the part you’re all waiting for, I want to take a moment to recognize a couple other people without whom this blog would be a much sadder place. The regulars probably know him best from his appearances on the podcast but for me, his occasional pieces really put into words what I wish I could express. In particular, this year I appreciated Mark Piebanga’s midseason post about Don Kelly. For me, it crystallized who the Tigers were at that point in the season.
Similarly, the brilliant ranting and raving of Johanna Mahmud always bring a mid-week smile to my face. Whether he’s once again lamenting the shortcomings of the Cubs via musical theatre allusions or cautiously hoping for change with the arrival of Theo Epstein, Jo hits the nail on the head as often as not in a way only he can. However, the edition of Setting the Mahmud that really did it for me was his takedown of the Red Sox in the key of Arthur. Nothing says b*tchslap quite like setting your role model loose on the AL underperformer of the year.
For the main event, though, I thought long and hard about the season my co-author had. I watched with amusement his two-part Libertarian “coming out” as he confessed his love for the still-feisty Ron Paul. I also applauded along with everyone else as Jeff completed his first marathon, and this from a guy who, two years ago, was out of breath after running a block.
But the real marathon was the baseball season and if you don’t believe me, just go back through the record. It started in April with Franklin’s blown saves and four months later, Jeff had all but given up on the Cards (and totally given up on the Rays). Just a few short weeks later, though, his dreams came true while attending his first World Series game and a few days later, that dream reached its apex as the Cardinals won the World Series. But as happy as he may have been in that moment, and all joking aside, I don’t think any of us could possibly understand how hard the Albert Pujols news hit him. Baseball, just like that marathon, has its extreme highs and lows. In 2011 we watched Jeff live them both.
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We have many reasons to be thankful this time of year. Of course Jeff is still aglow from the Cardinals winning the World Series and I still get a heart flutter when I think back to the final out between the Tigers and Yankees. Add in Verlander’s Cy Young and MVP awards and how could I not be a grateful person?
But more than that, we are thankful for all of our readers who make writing this blog so much fun. And of course, we’d like to show you how grateful we are by sharing our gift from the Pass the Crown contest. If you haven’t already sent a picture to RSBSblog@gmail.com showing why you’re RSBS‘s biggest fan, there’s still time to do so.
Happy Thanksgiving from all of us and please try to stay out of mom’s way unless you know what you’re doing.
Admit it. It may be Monday, but your mind is already on Thursday — Thanksgiving — the one day of the year where your sole responsibility is to eat yourself into a coma, sprawl out on the couch and watch football for 7 hours while catnapping as necessary.
You get all of that for the small price of being thankful.
And what do I have to be thankful for this year?
I’m thankful for the 2011 Cardinals. For the second time in six years I’m bragging about being a champion. And I got to be a part of it by going to the first two games. HOT DANG!
I’m thankful that, as always, whenever the Cubs triumph (Theo) they also manage to fail (Zambrano).
I’m thankful that Rick Perry has disappointed, that Herman Cain has self-destructed and Sarah Palin has invisiblized.
I’m thankful that I think I can get away with making up words.
But most of all, I’m thankful that I’ve never been punched by Mike Tyson.
Happy Thanksgiving Week Monday!
And so in this Podcast brought to you by Lifestyles…
Jeff tries his darnedest to be as polite as possible during his unfettered gloating of World Championship status (Go Cards!) while Second City’s Mark Piebenga adds some level-headed awesomeness to Johanna’s outlandishness and Allen’s seasoned straight man routine. Among the topics of discussion are “the greatest game ever”, the woes of rebranding an already twice championed franchise (talkin’ to you, Marlins), Theo Fever in the Chi, b!tch t!ts and much, much more!
Now grab some Crown Royal and enjoy yo’ self!
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Recorded Saturday, November 12, 2011
The afterglow of knowing your team is champion of the baseball world is a pretty damn cool thing. I have been walking around the last few days in a sort of “Happy Flight” daze. I’ve been smiling more. I feel fantastic. But yesterday morning, reality hit me: there won’t be any more baseball for a looooooooong time.
And then the text messages started coming.
Did you hear?
OMG Tony is hangin’ em up.
Are you okay? I just heard about TLR.
When Tony LaRussa took over the St. Louis Cardinals in 1996, I was just an awkward, acne-plagued high schooler who nerded out on keeping score at baseball games. Now, 16 years later, I’m an awkward, 32 year-old professional who nerds out on keeping score at baseball games.
Not much has changed, yet much has changed.
In the early 90s, the Cardinals weren’t very good. But from the minute the announcement was made that he would be the new St. Louis skipper, I immediately had a new found sense of… hope. It was innate. It was from within. I don’t know why, but I just knew: our team was going to be good.
And we were! From 1996 to the present, there hasn’t been one year where I didn’t think the Cardinals had a legitimate shot at the postseason. Sure, some years were better than others, but with Tony at the helm, I have always had a sort of calm about the team.
That’s not to say he hasn’t made me scratch my head. But I soon learned to stop questioning his umteenth pitching change. His post-game explanation always made sense. Our pitcher is hitting in the eight hole? Of course he is. Bringing in the closer in the 5th inning? Exactly what I would do. In fact, I learned very early on that if I was going to keep score during a TLR managed game, then I was going to have to a) write small b) write small and c) WRITE SMALL.
Still, I am going to miss Tony LaRussa. A lot. Just thinking about someone else being in the dugout with his job gives me the creeps. My happy place is Tony giving the sign to Yadi. Yadi fires down to first. Albert makes the tag on the runner. And right now, in light of TLR’s announcement and the ongoing question of whether or not Albert will be back in St. Louis next year, my happy place suddenly finds itself under baseball siege.
But, like everything else in life, I will just have to deal with that shizz when it comes. In the meantime, I sure hope Tony doesn’t consider becoming an actor. I have been suffering through the Ray Vinson commercials long enough.
Hate me ‘cuz I’m gettin’ misty eyed, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.
As Game 6 of the Series drew to what appeared to be its close, I got very excited. It wasn’t so much that I was cheering against my friend and his team but I had predicted the Rangers would win and I like to be right. Beyond that, though, there was another thought. The perfect post accompanied by the perfect video. See, if the Cardinals had lost, I planned to post a video showing what had happened to Jeff’s hopes and dreams. Instead, it now appears that this only applies to me:
2006 was special, but this… this is… LEGENDARY. In fact, I think this is one of those cases where it really is necessary to describe the situation as EPIC.
And it’s epic, it’s legendary because, like a lot of good things that come to us in life, it was completely unexpected — increasingly unexpected — each step of the way.
From being 10.5 games out of a playoff spot on August 25th, to just squeezing their way in on the last day of the season, to beating one of the best baseball teams of the last decade, to nipping the rivaled favorite with a thumping in the Championship Series, to coming back from five deficits in a must-win Game 6 that included a game-tying bottom of the 9th RBI triple AND an extra-inning walk-off homerun BY THE SAME PLAYER.
To winning it all.
That gives me real, tangible hope for life. It reminds me that great things do happen when ya really work hard.
It says never give up.
And enjoy the ride.
Also, my first son’s name will be Freese. Just so ya know.
Hate me ‘cuz I’m on the winning team, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right. (Talkin’ to you, Jonestein)
(Images via Michael Heiman/Getty Images)
Last night’s game — from here and forever to be referred to solely as “THE Game 6″ — caused defibrillator industry stock prices to rise at the same exponential rate as my own blood pressure, let alone reminding the masses that YOU DON’T QUIT.
YOU NEVER QUIT.
For those three or four people who shamed the universe by not watching that most unimaginable game, here’s a quick video recap:
FREAKS! CIRCUS FREAKS! AHHHHHHHHH!!!
Invoking the ’06 Tigers defense? Seeing Albert lose his cool with the low strike calling ump? To come from behind FIVE times?!?!?
And David… wow… what about David Freese making himself a St. Louis LEGEND?!?
I hope I never wake up.
Happy Friday, Y’all!
(Image via Ezra Shaw/Getty Images)
Just in case you’ve been so wrapped up in the World Series that you missed what’s going on around the US, RSBS is here to give you a quick rundown as you slowly start to reintegrate.
Occupy Wall Street:
What exactly is going on down there?
Cool, I get it now.
Who is this guy?
I think Herman is the black guy at the end…but he could be the guy with the cigarette, too. Or maybe Herman is in all of us. Whoa.
Why don’t I identify with Generation X or the Millennials?
Sweet, it’s because I’m Jared Leto!
So, there you go. Only a game or two left. Welcome back to America, baseball fans.
Whether you’re a Rangers fan, a Cardinals fan, or just a good old puritan brand of baseball fan, there is no question that this World Series is so far proving to be one of the dramatically fulfilling variety. I mean, how many heart attacks is one expected to suffer through before this thing is over?!?! I would not be surprised if it goes the full seven.
But what does surprise me is that Derek Holland — good as he was in Game 4 — still holds his head high while wearing that small, malnourished varmint on his upper lip. I know his teammates razz him plenty; but seriously, how does that thing not make him hide his head in shame every night?
However he does it, the RSBS staff has taken notice. In fact, two of the more senior RSBS interns have approached me with the request to bring back the “Lady Killer”. For those of you dear readers unaware of this phenomenon, let me remind you with this picture taken during All-Star Weekend 2009:
It’s pointing at… the Lady Killer.
It’s often mistaken for a sex-life killer, but hell, if it works for Holland, maybe I should consider bringing it back.
Hate me ‘cuz you can, just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.