I named this 'blog Cardinalis Cardinalis because when the legal authorities (lawyers --yecch!) want to say something that never changes, they say it in Latin. You know: quid pro quo or res ipsa loquitor. And that's about the Cards being winners. Winners, sometimes, even when the lose a game. Cardinalis Cardinalis is Latin for what St. Louis Cardinal Fans affectionately call a Red Bird, Cardinal, Fredbird, Bird and such.
This isn't a place to look for opinion about the current year or previous seasons, although I will eventually touch on that. This isn't a blog of hyperbole or a fan's perspective. Although, in all truth, I'm not more than a fan. It as a blog about a bird-song to the Cardinals. So, reader, there you have the gist of it. If you want someone with a fan's take on it, there are better blogs out there.
My History with the St. Louis Cardinals
I was taken to Sportsman's Park as a kid. Maybe 8 to 9 years, as I doubt my Mom would have let my Dad take me away to a place like that, much before that age. I don't remember where our seats were. I'm pretty certain I was there with only my Dad and nobody else. This is a photo of the ballpark from a few years before I was born.
We sat in the upper deck and sadly I cannot remember on which side of home plate. As a kid I read a lot about baseball and if I could remember the name of the book that talked about Dizzy Dean and the Gashouse Gang and Rube Waddell and other ecentricities of the game, I'ld buy a copy again, even though it's a book for kids. That's my very first memory of seeing a baseball game. Soon TV would have Cardinals games and that would put an end to my being taken to a game for a while.
As as kid, a boy, I dreamed of being a Major League ball player. Or if I wasn't dreaming of it, I wanted to be Stan Musial. I guess every little boy in St. Louis wanted that. So the next part of this love story about the Cards will cover my time as Ivanhoe Lodge and Deerfield Day Camps, and my baseball card collection.