On this day of gratitude, the three of us offer our thanks for many things — our families, our friends, our freedom and many more gifts.
We’re thankful for you and appreciate your readership.
And we also are thankful for the Cardinals. This year especially, they’ve provided us with much joy (so much that we’re willing to overlook all the disappointments, just like in any true relationship).
We’re grateful to be part of Cardinal Nation.
If you received a Cardinals pocket schedule this year, maybe you noticed these words printed inside. They’re what it means to be a Cardinals fan, and the things we’re thankful for when it comes to our baseball lives today. (We’ve also updated it a bit to reflect this season.)
We are Cardinal Nation.
We are the 3 million in the stands and the millions more at home.
We are generations of generations.
We are a father, a son (and a daughter) and a scorecard.
We are Ducky, Dizzy and The Rajah. Albert, Yadi and Waino.
We are a hard nine.
We are a kid, an old radio and a disregard for bedtime.
We are curtain calls and the Clydesdales.
We are sac bunts, hitting the cutoff and the 4-6-3.
We were “America’s Team” before there was such a thing as “America’s Team.”
We are 1, 2, 6, 9, 14, 17, 20, 24, 42 and 85.
We are “Go Crazy Folks” and “That’s a Winner.”
We are Hornsby’s .424 and Gibby’s 1.12.
We are Bonilla’s hamstring and a rookie named Albert.
We are Robison, Sportsman’s and Busch.
We are Seat Cushion Night.
We are Ol’ Abner, among other Shannonisms.
We are “Brummer’s stealing home!”
We are 1892 and 1982. And not to mention ’26, ’31, ’42, ’44, ’46, ’64, ’67 and ’06.
We are #11 in ’11.
We are the Gashouse Gang, Slaughter’s Mad Dash and Brock for Broglio.
We are Game 6.
We are backflips on Opening Day.
We are peanuts, Cracker Jacks and home runs that break things.
We are a porch swing, a summer night and the crackle of the Mighty ‘MOX.
We are Whiteyball and the baby blues.
We are Mike Laga and the Legendary Foul Ball.
We are “Meet you at Musial.”
We are 42,396 on a Tuesday night.
We are 475 home runs, 3,630 hits and 3 MVPs, despite WWII.
We are George Kissell.
We are two birds on one bat. And always will be.
We are 43 Hall of Famers, 11 World Championships and counting.
We are the first team this side of the Mississippi.
And the best fans this side of anywhere.
We are Cardinal Nation.
Have a wonderful holiday!
— Chris, Miranda and Tara