I can say it now. Actually I can shriek it.

World Series champs….

World Series champs….

World Effing Series Effing Champions….

Last night was amazing. Dewey’s was absolutely filled with Cards fans, and man did we ever celebrate in style. Pictures to come (and there’s actually a youtube of the championship moment on the horizon, if we are all lucky. It’s awesome, I saw it last night). I’m still floating, nine hours later…

I love everyone!

 

Sssssssmooookkkkinnnnn!

So, we’re one win away from…. uhh… uhhh.. I can’t even say it.

I’m just enjoying this strange, wonderful ride….

Let’s get this done, boys. I’m going to be drinking up a storm this weekend (sick or no).

 

let’s all take a moment

… to enjoy this…. I mean, if you’d told me a month ago that the Cardinals would take the World Series to at least six games, I wouldn’t have believed it.

And here’s my thought about the lack of media respect: Get Over It. Seriously. ESPN and the other national guys are never going to respect the Cardinals, so might as well forget about them and enjoy this. There are about 28 other teams that would gladly exchange some obnoxious ESPN treatment to be in the World Series, so let’s stop complaining, shall we?

Anyway, I am still illin’, so I spent last night instant messaging with friends instead of partying with the New York City Cardinals crew. Hope to be feeling well enough to attend the watch party at Dewey’s, but am not terribly hopeful about that at the moment.

 

coming clean

I have nothing to say about the Kenny Rogers thing, because I’m hoping that the series won’t be defined by it.

Anyway, my own dirt-y little secret: I’m feeling ill (as I mentioned on the previous post), and last night I felt so sick that I fell asleep somewhere around the seventh inning and didn’t wake up until this morning, when I promptly called in sick to work. Feeling much better now, though.

So… yeah. Fell asleep a little bit. During the World Series. Now, I was sick, so I have some sort of excuse. But nevertheless. I’ve made fun of my roommate for a solid year because he went to sleep when his team was playing in the World Series.

Oops. Should have known that one would come back to haunt me. So do I tell him the truth and come clean, or do I still have some credibility as a fan?

 

at the very least…

… This world series is substantially less embarrassing than 2004.

I’m at home and was planning to liveblog this, but am feeling ill (ugh, in time for the World Series, no fair) and not terribly witty. So I’ll try to write something up tomorrow, provided I’m feeling remotely human by then.

 

our non-baseball friends and family

I absolutely loved this, from our family friend Jenny. She’s always very funny, but she especially outdoes herself here. At least two of my sisters have absolutely no interest in the World Series, and they probably feel the same way Jenny does.

I’m off to bottle my beer, then go to a matinee, then off to Dewey’s for the game tonight.

GO CARDINALS!

(Oh, and if you’re bored waiting for the game, check out our Game 7 photos from Dewey’s. Fun fun!)

 

Uh, whoa.

Honestly? One of the better nights of my life. There were LOADS (I’m guessing 30-40) of Cardinals fans at Dewey’s tonight, and I got in the middle of TWO twenty-person hugs (the Yadi homer and the clinching moment). We were all miserable together during most of the game, but boy was it ever worth it when the ninth inning came along.

WOW. So THAT’s what it’s like for the players when they hug on the field and jump up and down. I got champagne sprayed on me, beer showers on my hair, (my hair is DISGUSTING right now, btw), several post-game shots of GOD KNOWS WHAT SORT OF ALCOHOL, and I made loads of new Cardinal friends.

AWESOME.

The Cardinals win the pennant. As Russ Hodges would say, “I don’t believe it. I don’t believe it. I DO NOT believe it.”

 

a chat transcript

ETA: I’ve come to my senses and cancelled the show. So this post is technically no longer valid! GO CARDINALS! 

From October 2:

me: tell me I’m being silly
Leah: you are way silly
me: but I just accepted an invitation to review a play on 10/19, which is fine, except that it would be game 7 of the nlcs
I’m being silly, no way are the cards getting that far
Leah: and my birthday!
me: No way!
Leah: plus,the cards are toast, so go to the play.
me: Sniffle
Leah: go bears!
me: maybe they’ll win in 6 games
Leah: um, yeah? ha

… So I’m missing tonight’s game (or at least, I’ll miss it up to 10:30 or so, when I’ll rush over to Deweys to catch the last few innings). OH THE HUMANITY! On the other hand, looking up this chat transcript let me know that today is Leah’s birthday! So happy birthday, Leah! And since I didn’t mention it yesterday, happy birthday to Suzanne!!!

GO CARDS!

 

does it make me a bad fan…

… That I got an offer for a $90 ticket for tonight’s game and decided not to go because I just paid $90 for a ticket the other night… ?

(Yeah, that is what I figured. I suck.)

GO CARDS ANYWAY!!!!!

 

don’t yell at me

So technically I missed a day, but please don’t yell at me! I was busy cheering for the cards!

Ok, one year ago tonight I was GETTING TRASHED. In honor of last year’s victory (and tonight’s victory - can anyone believe we’re one win away from the world series? Even if we don’t get there, THAT IS SOMETHING ELSE!) all I’m going to do is repost my wildly emotional (and somewhat drunken) thoughts from a year ago this time. The links don’t work anymore, but the sentiments do.

Success

I guess that this is the part where I’m supposed to write an entry? But how can a girl do so when a she’s still shaking, three hours later?

Well, shaking or not, I don’t even know what to say. Tonight I don’t want to hear a freaking word about Game 6. It’s all about the season-saving home run.

… (Fifteen seconds later, Julia says…) All right, I know what to say. I’ll tell you my story, which (if we pull this one out) will forever be way up there with the Jedmonds memory.

So there I was at the top of the 9th inning, in a bar off 5th Avenue, when the waitress (an Astros fan) gave us free beers to console ourselves for the end of the season. But she actually gave us one too many. Marc had already decided not to drink anything else. Chad took the beer, instead, but didn’t drink anything as he was still working on his own beer. The inning continued as we knew it would: Rodriguez got an out; so did Mabry. And I was telling everyone that IT STILL WASN’T OVER (while admittedly thinking La, la, when does spring training start, again?) and Eckstein was due next.

…

Meanwhile, my friend Nina was silently cursing at Michael: “You think you’ve got pull up there? You’ve obviously got NO PULL! What the hell is this?”

…

Now. May I just take a few moments to reiterate that I AM NOT A SUPERSTITOUS PERSON. I don’t have any freaking Cardinal outfits, I don’t make any special efforts to repeat Cardinals successes by how I’m wearing my hair. I refuse to believe that what happens to some random girl in New York City has any effect whatsoever on the game. Let me just make this clear.

…

So there we were, drinking beers. (Oh, and if anyone actually got through this game without the assistance of alcohol, I WANT TO KNOW HOW). Chad pushed the untouched extra beer over to Leigh just as David Eckstein was coming up to bat.

Leigh didn’t touch it.

Eckstein singled. Edmonds walked. And then… Well, you know.

Next thing I know, I was running around, screaming and hugging all six people who were with me. Repeatedly. My cell phone was ringing off the hook. THE MIRACLE BEER sat untouched, and I insisted it remain so (more difficult than you’d think, with friends like mine) for the rest of the night. We did shots. We drank more beers. We framed the MIRACLE BEER with napkins and decorative pumpkins.

No, I still don’t buy superstitions. Oh, all right, you got me. Yes, I took a photo of THE MIRACLE BEER and set it as my phone wallpaper so that it stays with me for the next two games. Geez, and as if there weren’t enough proof, I yet again offer evidence as to my dorkicism (I just made that word up!) on the Internet by posting this sort of memory onblog. Oh well.

Anyway, it’s been an amazing night. And, however it ends, Pujols is the BIGGEST STUD ON THE PLANET.

Oh, and thanks, mtb.