is a relief to know that no team will ever be my new favorites again. Some time in August, probably, it clicked, and I knew that when checked off all the stereotypical old-fan tropes it would be in this team's emply—Jim Edmonds had the Most Beautiful Home Run Swing Ever, Scott Rolen had impossibly perfect reflexes and an arm that made any ball he got to an out, Albert Pujols had an unfulfilled, unfathomable career ahead of him. One of the Edmonds plays in the NLCS, the home run or the catch, is the absolute peak of my Cardinals fandom; if I didn't know it at the time it wouldn't have been a month or two until I did, once the World Series wore off.
Viva El Birdos
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