View from the Couch

By Screamin' Leeman

Well, who woulda thunk it?   The lowly Cardinals, ten and a half games back on August 25th, make the playoffs as the wild card on the last day of the season, first take down the mighty Phillies, and then dispose of the Brewers by out-playing them from start to finish.

How did they win the NLCS to advance to the World Series?  The answer is simple:  they were the better team in every way.   They out hit, out pitched, out ran, and out defended the Brewers, and out classed them as well.

Here's the difference between a winning team and a loser:  The Cardinals came to play, while the Brewers came to strut.

Not to detract from the Brewers talents as individuals, but please:  Scripting a bowling pin scenario as Prince Fielder comes to home plate after a homer?  That isn't baseball.   That's so bush-league.   And Nyjer Morgan calling himself Tony Plush?   More appropriately, he should call himself Tony Choke.   What'd he hit during the series?   .150?    How many times did he throw to the wrong base?  It doesn't really matter.   If you're going to invent a grandiose name for yourself, you'd better be good.   He isn't.  He's just another loser with anger-management challenges.

Those Milwaukee boys got completely outclassed by an old school team that doesn't believe in showboating.   A team that honors the game, not one that makes a mockery of it.

So it is quite fitting that the Cards will advance to the World Series while the Brewers go home.  The Baseball Gods have spoken.  Their decision is just, their decision is final:  Cards IN, Brewers OUT.

The two best teams are in the World Series, as it should be.   People around here find Texas and everything from Nolan Ryan to George Bush quite detestable, so there's a lot of people pulling for the Cards.   On the other hand, there are four fingers and a thumb, but I digress.

Series starts Wednesday, should be fun!

In Local news:  The after-game handshake between Jim Harbaugh and Detroit coach Jim Schwartz that got his panties all in a wad:  Big Fricking Deal.   Are you kidding me?   Oh, sorry, Mr. Schwartz, you were a little put off?   Excuse us, Jimmy, but we're a little excited that our team is off to a five and one start, that we finally seem, after years of floundering, to be becoming a team of respectability, a team to be reckoned with, and oh, yeah, we just handed you your first defeat of the season, and you felt dissed by the hand shake at the end of the game?  Well excuuuuuse us!

All together now:  You Big Baby!