Okay, that does it! I have fought my head too much today with all these memories. I need to get it out and on paper so WorkingBoomer can go to work tonight. As some of you may have heard by now, the St. Louis Cardinals won the World Series last night. If you are from St. Louis that really gets you pumped, as the young folks say. As a resident, from St. Louis county, my heart is still racing. Today there is a silly smile on my face. In addition, the memories from the past years of my life, connected with the St. Louis Cardinals are screaming in my head. They are saying, Write, Write and Write some more. My body is saying get to bed Fool you have to work again tonight. What a dilemma. There is no use laying down again because the noise in my head is too loud so here I am folks, WRITING!
Back in the day, I remember the radio station KMOX playing the Cardinal games as my Daddy listened to it in our two family flat in St. Louis, Missouri. Daddy was in a good mood if they won and not so happy when they did not. Now those were the days! The radio was the thing not the television. If you lived in St. Louis you could hear radio’s playing the game in almost all the city apartments. Even though I was just a small child, I remember. I remember the great Stan Musial playing on the Cardinal team. Stan the Man He Was and still Is.
Then the day came when our family moved to a small town in Arkansas. I was growing older and getting interested in boys. At a very early age of 17 years, I married for the first time. Yes, I said the first time. Many of us boomers have one, two, three or maybe even more. I married a Cardinal Baseball fan. We moved to St. Louis. Now I was simple, in mature and just plain nuts at times. I did not know very much about men or sports. My new hubby loved him some Cardinal Baseball, and still does. I used to dance around in front of the television to get him to notice me when a game was on. All he did was peak around and keep on watching the Great Cardinals. Back then, I thought that meant he didn’t love me. Now how can a woman compete with the Cardinals? Oh well, he was a good man and that is history. He lives on and so do the Cardinals.
I remember the wins that the Cards make in 1964 against the Yankees. Then there was the win in 1967 against the Red Sox. Then came the 70’s. The Cards were still playing and as a new divorcee, I was too. Soon there was hubby number two. Then later no hubby again. This time I found a new fellow that loved, yes you guessed it, THE CARDINAL BASEBALL GAMES. I remember Ozzie Smith doing his flips. Then there was Mark McGuire with his 70 home runs.
After that there was a brief encounter with hubby number three who preferred motorcycles over baseball but that didn’t work for me either. Yes, I was a wild boomer for awhile. It is my past and is filled with memories that includes the win of the world series in 2006. At that time I screamed at the top of my lungs with my best friend as we listened to the game on the radio at work.
This year, 2011, I am proud to say that I am a Cardinal Fan. All the players did a GREAT job as they won the series played against the Texas Rangers. Now there are greats like Albert Pujols, and David Freese. Oh and how about that new Rally Squirrel? He was all decked out in his winter attire on face book letting folks know to keep warm at the game. Stan Musial is a little older, just like me. I saw his picture last night. I know he is proud of the Cardinals and has many memories too.
Now that my body is relaxing with my heart smiling, I will be able to rest before work. The Cardinals and I have something in common. Something that Boomers share too. We are not quitters. We go for the win. We have seen many things. We have endured loss and change but we continue to play the game of life to the fullest until the end. Some folks love us and some may not. We continue on! We persevere! We have a purpose! Win or loose,we share our experience, strength and hope. It feels good to win. But win or loss, it is about HOW YOU PLAY the game. I hope this has sparked some memories that you can write about. As the old saying goes; The Game Is NOT over until The Fat Lady Sings.