As Opening Day is now upon us, Matt Peebles penned a poem in honor of America’s past-time.
Santo didn’t have the eye-popping numbers that elicit a Hall of Fame feeling. He had very good numbers, and he played a very good all-around game. But he’s suddenly in the Hall of Fame — because he’s dead.
What I will say to the three-dozen or so Marlins fans in Florida, along with the Ozzie fans from Chicago that are “adopting” Guillen’s Marlins as their own: Prepare yourself to be disappointed.
The St. Louis Cardinals are the world champions. Congrats to them. Enjoy the cookies and all of the praise that comes with them. While they had their parade down the street and basked beneath the glow of the franchise’s 11th title in their history, I wonder if they ever asked themselves the following question: “How in the hell did this happen?”