Oh, hi there! Hmmm...
Whereto begin. Before I start drilling the various Cardinal/Astros fans, here's the truth.
First, the Cardinals. I remember as a little leaguer seeing Barney Schulz explain the technical side of throwing a knuckleball. Jacksonville were the Cardinals AAA franchise in the mid 60's. Loved it when they beat the Yankees in '64. I got hooked on the Cubbies when I was at school in the Midwest. I fell in with a bunch of Northsiders and started blowing out of town when we could on Fridays for Cubbie weekends. Tickets were no problem - queue up for the bleachers, and you'll be inside with a paper cup full of Old Style, giving the business to Pete Rose before you know it. I was hooked.
There's a lesson in being a Cubs fan - it's about the journey, not the destination. I'm aghast at some aspects of the superficial Cubs Nation we've seen arise since the advent of national cable coverage. I'm not particularly an acolyte of the Harry Caray worshipers, either. I'm more a Jack Brickhouse guy. (Hey hey!) It wasn't the beauty of the play of the team - except for '69, there was precious little of that. It was the sound (pow!) of the paper cups being stomped in the half-full stadium, the peace and happiness you always met at Wrigley, no matter what the score. There's a reason they call it the friendly confines, and the Cubs would not be what they are without this. It's embarrasing being downright cuddly as a franchise, but that's us, dammit. It's no use refusing to cop to it, it's the truth. Here's what p****s me off about the kopites, and the Yankees, and the Sawks fans, of all people, these days. It's the entitlement. The smug acceptance of success like its some sort of birthright. I just hate that.
Oh, and [Poor language removed] the Steinbrenners. Every last one of them.
I don't get that from the Cards fans, though. We scrap, but it's a good clean hate. You could belittle the success of St. Louis, but would beclown yourself by doing so. Note to self, Albert (just like Stevie GBH) is pretty good, you know. However, nothing - I mean it, nothing - is as good as kicking the crap out of the St. Louis Cardinals. Nothing make my heart leap with joy like seeing the Genius go to his fifth pitcher in the seventh, after we've gone double digits on them. We have taken the piss from those b*****ds for so long that seeing them as helpless as they were against the Red Sox, or as weak as they really were last year was a real high point. LaRussa probably did his best job ever getting that team as far as they got last year, BTW.
I'll get to the Astros later. Hope Fat Elvis retires. Now. He kills us. He'll probably kill us tonight. And then there's Carlos Lee. El Caballo = Cub Killer. Love that 'stros pitching in that park, though. Bang! Zoom!! BTW, we're up 4 - 0 with "Fightin Ted" Lilly on the mound tonight.
Glad I got you guys out. It'll be fun this year.