For as long as I can remember, I have always been a die hard Cardinals fan. When younger, I remember listening to Jack Buck on the radio, whether outside fishing with the family, working outside, or just sitting in front of the radio waiting for those magical words that still bring chills to me, "Go Crazy Folks, Go Crazy!" and "That's a winner!" When younger, I tried to attend the Cardinals Caravan every year, but one year it was during the day, so I "came down sick" in the late morning to go listen and talk Cardinals baseball and see Fredbird. The only problem was, the very next day, my picture was in the paper with the Cardinals getting autographs. As time progressed my family and I would travel down to Busch II and enjoy the game together and loved watching the Wizard and Willie do their magic on the field. I was always in awe of the Stan the Man statue and the meeting spots right there. In Busch II, watching the Birds Fly across the center field scoreboard during the middle of the 8th was always fascinating to me and the clapping the followed was something we always enjoyed doing as a family. The Sea of Red in the 1996 playoffs (my first playoff experience) was surreal and that followed again in the early 2000's. Now at Busch III, we have some bricks outside of the stadium and love to share the stories each time at the ballpark. We take my nieces and have them check their hand print in center field every year to see how much they've grown. Going to the park with my brother and family have created long lasting memories and always enjoy rooting for the Cardinals! In 2006, I was able to go to the World Series Parade, and just seeing the Sea of Red lining the streets was very memorable and watching the Clydesdales' circle the streets and ballpark is extremely chilling and refreshing as it is one of the best traditions! This past year (2011), my brother and I were lucky enough to attend games 1 and 7 of the World Series. It was absolutely loud and electric at the ballpark. Everyone was giving high-fives and screaming to the top of their lungs, it was fantastic. It took about a week for us to get our voices back after yelling and screaming that illustrious World Series Championship. Watching the confetti fly all over the field was incredible.
Now, my brother and I are trying to create the magical moments and memories when we take his children to the games and as it always have been with the Cardinals organization, traditions are unbelievable and my love for the Cardinals is always there! Here's to 12 in '12!