The Cards aren’t going to win – if you talk to anyone outside Missouri, that is. Of course, they weren’t going to win against the Padres and they definitely weren’t going to win against the Mets. But they’re here.
I thought for a while the Tigers were swinging just to give Reyes a complete game. Ugh.
I swear Detroit teams are only good if we’re the underdogs, we’ve got a chip on our shoulders and we’ve got something to prove to the world. When 94.26% of the country says we’re gonna dominate, we suck. Just look at the 2005-06 Pistons and Red Wings.
The Tigers didn’t help themselves by going up there hacking. With the rookie on the mound I expected them to try and work the count a little more.
The forecast for Sundays game doesn’t look good. Ther’re saying gametime temps in the low 40’s with rain turning to snow late.
I personally feel sorry for the people I’ll be sitting next to at the games at Busch. I haven’t washed my lucky Pujols jersey in awhile, and its starting to stink thanks to that sweatfest of a game seven.
I’m debating whether or not I should wash at least one of my Cards t-shirts, which have been in heavy rotation for game days. One of them has pizza on it, so it may be tomorrow’s “I’m not going anywhere but need the good mojo” shirt.