Saturday, December 17, 2011

Adele and Albert Pujols

This is a bonus post since I meant to write it a couple of days ago but didn't seem to make the time.

I was driving to work on Thursday and 'Someone like You' by Adele came on my Google Music. I really like this song and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Adele has some wicked pipes.

I had just read some articles regarding Albert Pujols heading to the Angels the previous day and they must have been still churning in my head. As the song played, I realized that the lyrics almost perfectly describe the feelings of Cardinal Nation after AP left. Many Cardinal fans are genuinely angry, but I think the heart of the matter is that we were in love with "El Hombre" and his legacy and we weren't ready for it to end. Not now, not ever.

Not that Pujols is perfect or even worth the money, but the legacy he could have had - to stand with Stan Musial forever in Cardinals lore and restore some character to pro sports which has been missing for a long time - was absolutely priceless.

In retrospect, the Cardinals will ultimately be better off without that ridiculous contract. They can resign Wainwright and Molina and the next great farmhand or two because of it. But for me, and the rest of Cardinal Nation, it wasn't over. And though we will try, we cannot hope to find someone like him.

Read the lyrics and think of Albert. If anyone has the skills to make this into a sideshow montage, I'd love to see it.

Dogs

I like dogs. I have 5 of them: 3 labs, a pit mix,  and a French Mastiff. I love 'em to death, but I don't recommend having 5 unless you a) own a farm or b) run an animal rescue facility. It's madness.

We have 5 dogs because my wife had 2 when we met and I acquired the pit mix from my roommate when he joined the Marine corps. We got our third lab from a cousin who was moving to Germany with the Air Force and the Mastiff from a guy in the Army headed for Iraq when no shelter would accept her due to her size.

I suppose we could have said 'no' to the last two but we're suckers for animals with nowhere to go, especially when it happens because of someone's service to the nation.