Tonight, you did something that no other sports team has ever made me do.
This second, as I’m feeling the puffiness in my eyes and the tears drying on my cheeks…only now do I realize how much I truly love you.
Thank you for a fantastic season that exceeded every single preconceived notion I had.
Thank you for the long ball play of Albert Pujols and Scott Rolen.
Thank you for the effortless style of Jim Edmonds, and the fleet-of-feet-beyond-his-years play of Tony Womack.
Thank you for the selfless bunts from Edgar Renteria, and the stoicism of Jason Isringhausen.
Thank you for playing with class, style, and poise.
Thank you for showing grace in victory AND defeat.
Thank you for showing me that believing in something for long enough actually pays dividends.
And above all, thank you for doing all these things in such a way that makes me proud to be a St. Louis Cardinals fan.
You still have a longer road ahead of you, but let’s stop to enjoy this moment now, as 54,000 fans in Busch Stadium, and thousands more worldwide, cherish what it means to believe in something. For the victory of the moment.
Thanks for helping me believe that my years of dedication meant something.
And thanks to the Houston Astros, who even in defeat have earned untold amounts of respect from me and every other Cardinals fan. You were tough customers, and I wasn’t always sure that it wasn’t YOUR turn in the Big Dance.
This has been the best year of my life. First the birth of my wonderful baby girl, which alone would have made for the best year… and now this bonus to cap it off.
I have to go now and get some tissues.
Thank you for believing in yourself the way I always believed in you.