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Originally Posted by 'Hamas' Jenkins
There is nothing mystical about the uniform. Those teams were good not because of birthright or because you root for them, they were good because the organization was run well and they made tremendous personnel decisions.
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I respectfully disagree.
One of the first memories I have in my life is watching the 64 World Series with my Dad and Grandpa. They certaintly seemed larger than life to me at the time.
I grew up hearing tales of on this day they watched Stan the man play. Heard about how my Great Grandpa once had Diizzy Dean spend the night at his house. I grew up in an era when I couldn't watch the team in person or on TV. I spent my summer nights listening to KMOX and imagining the events happening that Jack Buck and Harry Carey were describing that evening. To a kid stuck in bum****t egypt, they were indeed mythical.
As an adult, I'm aware of reality. there is no real magic, there is no Santa Claus. But, that boyish zeal and belief is as part of baseball as it is in me.
My son (a 5th generation Cardinal fan) was there in person with me to share the experience when we won the WS. Two years ago we were in row 7 behind home plate playing the Cubs, bases loaded, Pujols up at the plate. He had already had several Grand Slams that year. We had no hope that he would get a pitch to hit. From our vantage point directly behind home plate, we saw the mistake pitch and Albert didn't miss it either, that grand slam ball landed, on the fly, right where I took this picture. The longest and hardest ball I've ever seen hit in person. Mystical? A magical moment? Probably not, but, it was a damn good moment.