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Reefer Wannabe
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Woohoo!!!
marino420td
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That last pitch was FILTHY!
I agree about wainy being a killer starter for us next year.
Feel free to use the smiley - if you can figure out how.
All the so called experts picked the Padres and the Mets, not giving the Cards a chance against either. Same thing for the WS against the Tigers.
I was at Busch II for the 1st and 7th game of the 68 series. Here's hopin for a different outcome.
David
stlouisguy
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<a href=showthread.php?s=&postid=8378253#post8378253 target=_blank>Originally posted</a> by dkh0331
Feel free to use the smiley - if you can figure out how.
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Game 7 is just what a Game 7 should be
By Bryan Burwell
ST. LOUIS POST-DISPATCH
Friday, Oct. 20 2006
NEW YORK â€" Your nerves were in a blender. Your stomach was doing back flips.Your heart felt like some reverberating bass speakers at a hip-hop concert. The deeper the Cardinals and New York Mets traveled into this rainy Thursday night, the emotions of the most important night of the National League season twisted tighter than a tourniquet.
So what does a Game 7 feel like? Just like this, frightening and delightful. Maddening and joyful. Frustrating and breathless all rolled into one. It feels like a crazy, improbable journey that makes no sense at all, and at the same time makes all the sense in the world.
Just around midnight in the city that never sleeps, shocked Mets fans spilled into the Shea Stadium parking lot, which was filled with a disappointed mix of raindrops and tear drops. The Mets "" the best team in the National League ""
had been eliminated from the National League Championship Series, and none of these hard-bitten New Yorkers could figure out how.
All they needed to do was eavesdrop in on the visitors' clubhouse, which was soaked with a pungent spray of cheap champagne, beer and Gatorade. Inside the Cardinals' clubhouse there were plenty of answers for what had just transpired.
Cardinals 3, Mets 1.
See ya later, New York. Hello, Detroit, St. Louis calling.
It makes no sense how the improbable underdog Redbirds are on their way to the World Series after winning the NLCS in one of the most dramatic Game 7s in memory. It makes no sense, but it's clear as a bell. What does a Game 7 feel like?
"It feels unbelievable!" shouted second baseman Ronnie Belliard, his NLCS cap tilted ever so cool to the side, and his red championship shirt soaked and clinging to his back. "In the eighth inning, when Carlos Beltran ran across second base at the end of the inning, I looked at him and said, 'Hey man, this is going into the history books. This is one hell of a game.' He looked at me and started laughing, and said, 'I think you're right.'"
What does a Game 7 feel like? At least for these improbable Cardinals, who seem to be on some wild Kafkaesque "left is right, right is left" postseason joy ride, it feels just like this:
â€" It's watching one of the most feared hitters in baseball standing at home plate in the bottom of the ninth with the bases loaded, frozen with the bat on his shoulders and the umpire punching Carlos Beltran and the New York Mets right out of the 2006 season.
â€" It's watching a pudgy, light-hitting catcher named Yadi Molina squeeze the ball firmly into his glove, then leap in the air like a heavily armored frog, knowing that he became the biggest slugger on this electric night, when his home run in the top of the ninth inning lifted the Cardinals into another World Series. Cardinals 3, Mets 1.
What does a Game 7 feel like?
It feels like a lump in your throat, a thousand butterflies in your gut. It feels like a topsy turvy night of a hundred mood swings and momentum shifts. The battered, bloodied but unbowed Cardinals are on their way to a World Series showdown. They came into the postseason as heavy underdogs, but found one surprising way after another to propel themselves first past San Diego, then right through New York, and now into the World Series on an anxiety-filled, seven-game, last pitch emotional roller coaster.
They did after struggling just to qualify for the playoffs. They did it after all of us expected them to be playoff short timers. They did it with struggles and injuries, feuds and mood swings.
"I said it before and I'll say it again," Belliard said with a delightful cackle. "Nobody said it was going to be easy."
For most of the night, all these Mets fans were having a deafening block party inside Shea, while all of Cardinal Nation was overwhelmed with anxiety.
But then, in the top of the ninth, Molina had an Albert Pujols moment.
With one terrific swing of his bat, Molina had done to New York what Pujols had done to Houston one year ago: He shut the place up. He turned Shea into a silent tomb. Three innings earlier, Mets left fielder Endy Chavez had leaped out of the ballpark to haul in Scott Rolen's 370-foot shot that could have been "" should have been "" a two-run homer. But not this time. This time Molina hammered the ball deep into the back of the visitors' bullpen and broke this nervous 1-1 tie, and sent the Redbirds into the most unlikely World Series in club history.
While almost every one in this record crowd of 56,357 stood in stunned silence as Molina and Scott Rolen rounded the bases, a small cluster of delirious Cardinal fans gathered near the visitors' dugout and broke out in their own little house party.
And now inside the champagne-soaked Cardinals clubhouse, Molina was asked what it felt like to do a Pujols, to listen as the sound inside Shea went from a roaring pitch of a thousand jet engines to the hush of a library.
"It felt great," Molina said. "It was wonderful."
Game 7s are supposed to feel just like this. Tight and tense, electrifying and exhilarating, uncomfortable and unbelievable, all rolled into one heart-pumping night.
So how does a Game 7 feel?
Right now, it feels like baseball heaven.
By Bryan Burwell
ST. LOUIS POST-DISPATCH
Friday, Oct. 20 2006
NEW YORK â€" Your nerves were in a blender. Your stomach was doing back flips.Your heart felt like some reverberating bass speakers at a hip-hop concert. The deeper the Cardinals and New York Mets traveled into this rainy Thursday night, the emotions of the most important night of the National League season twisted tighter than a tourniquet.
So what does a Game 7 feel like? Just like this, frightening and delightful. Maddening and joyful. Frustrating and breathless all rolled into one. It feels like a crazy, improbable journey that makes no sense at all, and at the same time makes all the sense in the world.
Just around midnight in the city that never sleeps, shocked Mets fans spilled into the Shea Stadium parking lot, which was filled with a disappointed mix of raindrops and tear drops. The Mets "" the best team in the National League ""
had been eliminated from the National League Championship Series, and none of these hard-bitten New Yorkers could figure out how.
All they needed to do was eavesdrop in on the visitors' clubhouse, which was soaked with a pungent spray of cheap champagne, beer and Gatorade. Inside the Cardinals' clubhouse there were plenty of answers for what had just transpired.
Cardinals 3, Mets 1.
See ya later, New York. Hello, Detroit, St. Louis calling.
It makes no sense how the improbable underdog Redbirds are on their way to the World Series after winning the NLCS in one of the most dramatic Game 7s in memory. It makes no sense, but it's clear as a bell. What does a Game 7 feel like?
"It feels unbelievable!" shouted second baseman Ronnie Belliard, his NLCS cap tilted ever so cool to the side, and his red championship shirt soaked and clinging to his back. "In the eighth inning, when Carlos Beltran ran across second base at the end of the inning, I looked at him and said, 'Hey man, this is going into the history books. This is one hell of a game.' He looked at me and started laughing, and said, 'I think you're right.'"
What does a Game 7 feel like? At least for these improbable Cardinals, who seem to be on some wild Kafkaesque "left is right, right is left" postseason joy ride, it feels just like this:
â€" It's watching one of the most feared hitters in baseball standing at home plate in the bottom of the ninth with the bases loaded, frozen with the bat on his shoulders and the umpire punching Carlos Beltran and the New York Mets right out of the 2006 season.
â€" It's watching a pudgy, light-hitting catcher named Yadi Molina squeeze the ball firmly into his glove, then leap in the air like a heavily armored frog, knowing that he became the biggest slugger on this electric night, when his home run in the top of the ninth inning lifted the Cardinals into another World Series. Cardinals 3, Mets 1.
What does a Game 7 feel like?
It feels like a lump in your throat, a thousand butterflies in your gut. It feels like a topsy turvy night of a hundred mood swings and momentum shifts. The battered, bloodied but unbowed Cardinals are on their way to a World Series showdown. They came into the postseason as heavy underdogs, but found one surprising way after another to propel themselves first past San Diego, then right through New York, and now into the World Series on an anxiety-filled, seven-game, last pitch emotional roller coaster.
They did after struggling just to qualify for the playoffs. They did it after all of us expected them to be playoff short timers. They did it with struggles and injuries, feuds and mood swings.
"I said it before and I'll say it again," Belliard said with a delightful cackle. "Nobody said it was going to be easy."
For most of the night, all these Mets fans were having a deafening block party inside Shea, while all of Cardinal Nation was overwhelmed with anxiety.
But then, in the top of the ninth, Molina had an Albert Pujols moment.
With one terrific swing of his bat, Molina had done to New York what Pujols had done to Houston one year ago: He shut the place up. He turned Shea into a silent tomb. Three innings earlier, Mets left fielder Endy Chavez had leaped out of the ballpark to haul in Scott Rolen's 370-foot shot that could have been "" should have been "" a two-run homer. But not this time. This time Molina hammered the ball deep into the back of the visitors' bullpen and broke this nervous 1-1 tie, and sent the Redbirds into the most unlikely World Series in club history.
While almost every one in this record crowd of 56,357 stood in stunned silence as Molina and Scott Rolen rounded the bases, a small cluster of delirious Cardinal fans gathered near the visitors' dugout and broke out in their own little house party.
And now inside the champagne-soaked Cardinals clubhouse, Molina was asked what it felt like to do a Pujols, to listen as the sound inside Shea went from a roaring pitch of a thousand jet engines to the hush of a library.
"It felt great," Molina said. "It was wonderful."
Game 7s are supposed to feel just like this. Tight and tense, electrifying and exhilarating, uncomfortable and unbelievable, all rolled into one heart-pumping night.
So how does a Game 7 feel?
Right now, it feels like baseball heaven.
latazyo
New member
well I logged in at 9:00 sharp and tix were sold out
boo hoo
maybe another year for me to be there in person I guess
anyways, my password was Diamond06
oh well I'll be downtown thursday for game 5 (no school friday) partying like its my job OUTSIDE of busch stadium...oh well Im pretty sure I wont be alone
boo hoo
maybe another year for me to be there in person I guess
anyways, my password was Diamond06
oh well I'll be downtown thursday for game 5 (no school friday) partying like its my job OUTSIDE of busch stadium...oh well Im pretty sure I wont be alone
Reefer Wannabe
Premium Member
"anyways, my password was Diamond06"
Ha, that was my password for the "2nd chance drawing" too. I think maybe anyone who didn't get picked before got a chance at whatever was left. I have a buddy whose wife and he both got a 2nd chance drawing e-mail too. All of us got the sold out message quickly.
Ha, that was my password for the "2nd chance drawing" too. I think maybe anyone who didn't get picked before got a chance at whatever was left. I have a buddy whose wife and he both got a 2nd chance drawing e-mail too. All of us got the sold out message quickly.
Ocicat
Premium Member
A friend of mine has season tix, and he always gets us tix for the playoffs ... We got to see games of the NLDS and the NLCS this year, and we saw game 3 of the Series in '04 (not that it was a pleasant experience), but it looks like this time he probably can't get us WS tix. 
Serves me right for sitting on my @ss and depending on somebody else to get me to the Series!! Damn.
Serves me right for sitting on my @ss and depending on somebody else to get me to the Series!! Damn.Similar threads
