Yesterday, the St. Louis Cardinals all but handed the NL Central title to those lingering farts known as the Cincinnati Reds. I can’t even remember the last time I met or heard from a Reds fan — oh, wait, that’s because there haven’t been any Reds fans seen in the wild since Eric Davis was hitting shots out of the Astro-turfed confines of Riverfront Stadium. Now, suddenly, there are Reds fans coming out of the woodwork.
I am pretty sure that when the Cardinals play the Cubs here in a week or so, it will mark the first time that two teams will actually find a way to lose to each other in the same game.
Yet I remain painfully optimistic until they play the last game of the year. There is nothing worse than this feeling right now if you’re a real Cardinals fan. Tomorrow is September and we’re basically done, barring any miraculous winning streaks combined with an utter collapse from the Reds simultaneously.
Now August 2010 is in the books. I thought we had it in the bag, but here we are, reduced to Cubs fans.
It’s just not right.