A call to arms

You think this season is over? Nothing is over until we decide it is. Was it over when the Tigers were up 3-2 in the 2011 World Series?

Sure, the Giants have beaten us twice in the NLCS. Sure, they're terrific athletes. They've got the best equipment money can buy. Hell, they have their own personal masseuse. Not masseur. Masseuse.

I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. Yadi can't swing a bat. Rosie's putting men on base. Wacha may have even left the country. I want you to get up. Get up right now and open the window, stick your head out and yell "I'm mad as hell, and I would prefer more optimal bullpen management!"

You think we're licked? Well, we're not licked. We're going to stay right here and fight for this lost cause. We will not yield.

Some of you never knew lboros. He was before your time. The last thing he ever said to me, "bgodar," he said, "sometime when the team is up against it, when the breaks are beating the boys, tell them to go out there and win just one for the Birdos. Also, keep it civil in the Game Threads or I'm going to have to ban you."

The day may come when the courage of the Birdos community fails, when we forsake our friends and break all rules of message board etiquette. But today is not that day.

We few, we happy few who gather together in this node of the SB Nation network, who shed blood and tears and rec posts together: We shall be brothers and sisters. And others in Cardinal Nation shall think themselves accursed and hold their manhoods cheap that they were not here.

In your bed, many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and be young, drink a few beers and watch a baseball game?

We will not go quietly into the night. We're going to live on. We're going to survive.

So cry "havoc"! And let slip the dogs of war!

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.