We’ve Come To The End Of The Road

Well, sadly we’ve come to the end of the 2008 regular season. Our beloved Cardinals did not make the playoff for the second year in a row. But just like last year, it wasn’t without them doing everything they could to play in October. The player’s that is. The front office & coaching staff let them down big time. But I’ll get to that later. They’ve got one game to left in the year, and if they win & sweep the Reds right out of town, they’ll finish ten games above .500 for the season. And that’s something no one, not you, not me, not anyone who follows the game of baseball realistically thought this team had a snowballs chance in hell of accomplishing.

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LeRoi Moore 1961-2008

What a bad day. It is truly a sad day. LeRoi Moore, saxophonist for the Dave Matthews Band died Tuesday afternoon from complications stemming from injuries he suffered from an ATV accident back in June. I didn’t even know he was hurt & sick. Like most things, because I’ve spent the last 5 years taking care of dad, I’ve lost track of what I considered my favorite band. But I still never stopped listening to their music. I can’t believe he’s gone. It seams like just yesterday I made the road trip to Cville & watched the band play an amazing concert with my friend Jeff at UVA. He’s a big DMB fan as well. I can’t believe that was 2001. How could that be? This is just awful, awful news.

On top of that, IZZY’s career could be over. If true, this truly is a sad day in Cardinal land. It’s a damn shame he didn’t get to go out on his own terms with at least 300 saves. He’s taken so much heat the past three seasons, it’s just so wrong for him & his family if this really is the end of his career.

This was just bad, bad day. Life is just so unfair. RIP LeRoi. Thanks for the memories IZZY.

Bad day. Bad, bad day.

DK 57

Today marks the sixth anniversary of the passing of beloved Cardinals pitcher, husband & father, Darryl Kyle. I remember exactly where I was when I heard the news.

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If you’ve been a regular visitor to ATAW  you’ll know that for the past five years I’ve help care for my father who was stricken with ALS, aka Lou Gehrig’s disease. Well, late Sunday night he decided it was time to stop fighting. So he went home to Heaven to be with GOD & his parents. Don’t morn or weep for him, believe me he’s much happier up there than he ever was down here. If any thing, morn for my mother, my older sister & my younger brother who are taking this very, very hard. We all knew this would eventually happen, but we all thought he had more time. But that’s OK, well just have to cherish the time we had.

And there were good times. He’s the reason I love baseball as much as I do. Without my dad, I would not love the Cardinals as much as I do, nor would ATAW even exist. So I just wanted to take this time to thank him for every thing. Thank you for instilling into me all the good qualities I have. Thanks for being a great provider. Thanks for having me in church every Sunday so that I now have the knowledge that one day, we’ll play catch again in Heaven. Thank you for showing me what a great game baseball is, and helping start my love for the Cardinals. And thanks for every thing I don’t have the time to go into now, because if I did, I’d be at this for months. Without all that you’ve done, I wouldn’t be half the man I am today.

Go on home dad. Have yourself a Venti Mocho Frap by the pool with Grandma, and count the cows with Grandpa. Save me a seat at the dinner table, I’ll see yeah when I get there.

Joshua Morgan Hancock. Gone Too Soon. Never To Be Forgotten.

I have been working on a column for 5 days now going over the many issues and problems facing the 2007 St. Louis Cardinals. As we all know they are a deeply flawed team, with issues like being unable to get the big hit with runners in scoring position, and Tony blowing up at the St. Louis Post-Dispatch over an article chronicling the futility of the chicago cubs. But none of that matters anymore. Josh Hancock was killed Sunday morning at 12:35am when his Ford Explorer hit the rear of a flat bed tow truck in the far left lane of Interstate 40 near Compton Ave in St. Louis. He was on his way home to sleep in his new comfortable bed, and get some much deserved rest after a day at the ball park where he filled the role he had become all to accustomed to filling. Mop up duty in a 8-1 Cardinals loss to the cubs. He pitched 3 scoreless innings after Adam Wainwright gave up 7 runs in the 4 2/3rds of work. His job on the Cardinals was probably the most thankless position in the bullpen. But he loved every minute of it. And I guarantee you he wouldn’t have traded it for any other job on the planet.

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The Greatness of a Baseball Town

Sports is a funny thing sometimes. You have fans that are diehards for their team – never missing a game, closely following the stats, and regular devotees of all that is Sportscenter. Then you have the front runners – those people that love the Yankees of recent times, the Cowboys/49ers of the 90s, those Lance Armstrong braclet wearing guys (I know, I know … it’s a good cause). You also have the event driven fans. By that, I mean those people that tune in for just the big game, just the championship series. My wife is one of these people.

But then there are the baseball lovers – those that have been indoctrinated into the baseball religion by family and friends.Those are the ones that live and breathe baseball loyalty to their team and city. Their involvement level may rise and fall, but they love the team and follow it to some extent even if they can’t watch everygame. They feel the pain of a loss with a team that’s struggling and they revel in the euphoria that comes with victory.

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