Go Cardinals

For an all too rare treat, I went to a sports bar called Third Base to have a Blue Moon and catch the baseball highlights. I must say, it was a good day for baseball: it seemed all the teams/cities I like won and the ones I hate lost. It was glorious. Naturally, I was sporting my Cardinals cap, occasionally offering challenging glances at the apathetic and oblivious Texans around me.

Something occurred to me. I have lived in four states, and it seems I root the hardest when I am in “enemy territory,” to pick up the slack. Not that I don’t root for the Cards when I’m in the Show-Me State, but let’s face facts here: Cardinals have the best fans, and I have to represent that abroad.

I do so enjoy being an outsider.