My dad was a fierce Cardinals fan. Some of my earliest memories are of him barbecuing in the backyard listening to the Cardinals game on his transistor radio. Dinner would be loud and happy if the Cardinals won. If they didn’t, it would be loud, but the happy would have to wait until he could recover.

I don’t know how old I was, but I was young when I learned if you like the Cardinals, you absolutely did not like baby bears. Not only did you not like the Cubs, you didn’t like anyone who liked the Cubs. (We did however make an exception for Bill McClellan. He was a rare exception; everyone in my family likes Bill.)

Of my five siblings, I would say there are really only two who faithfully follow the Cardinals. I am more a fair-weather fan. I look forward to morning texts from my sister wit

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