Watching these last few games has been stressful. My stomach churns the way it usually does in the playoffs when we stop hitting. After seeing Ponson give up 6 runs and look sweatier than Elvis during his Aloha from Hawaii Via Satellite special, I turned the TV off and went to dinner. Over a delicious St. Louis style pizza at Ponticello’s, I declared to my dad that I had pretty much given up hope on the Cards this year. I didn’t really mean it, but I was feeling dejected. I just couldnt reconcile how a team that had started so hot, and kept up the heat when their star player was out, could collapse and begin to look just like their lowly cross-state opponents. After dinner, I was surprised to hear the score was 6-5, and the Cards were coming back. Then Jimmy hit that homer, and I really felt a lift. Then we somehow failed to score a run after having runners on 1st and 3rd with no outs. I was then sure we’d lose, and we did – you’d dont get another chance after fouling up that, er, royally.