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The Cardinals have to win one more game to become World Series champs.

Okay, I needed to write that down just to believe it.

Tonight's game featured some strange plays. Once again, a Tigers pitcher committed a costly error. Pujols made another boneheaded baserunning gaffe. Encarnacion (WHY did La Russa put him in????) struck out, but advanced the runner to second since it was a wild pitch.

Yet, we still won. We won without Suppan pitching well. We won without a hot bat from Pujols. We won without ESPN's token cynic Keith Law saying we would - oh wait, he never says that. And he's an idiot. Does this guy have some axe to grind against St. Louis? I just don't get it.

We did win on the bat of David Eckstein (so glad he stole the show from Sean Casey-at-the-bat). We won on the timely hitting and fielding of Preston Wilson. And we won despite everyone's predictions to the contrary. This is the lovely thing about the Cardinals - someone different steps up every night, and it's so unpredictable.

Heidi and I started out the night at the Blarney Stone, but we couldn't handle the crowdedness and the poser Tigers fans playing pool next to us. They kept whistling loudly and ordering giant cocktails. I was getting bad qi from the place, so we left and listened to Andrew and Andrea's commentary over audiochat the rest of the game. Better even than Mike Shannon, I must say.

To all those cynics out there who probably don't read my blog, or to anyone who might say the Cardinals are just lucky cuz the Tigers can't seem to field a simple grounder, take heed: tonight was the FIRST night that an error actually affected the outcome of the game. In the others, we would have won regardless.

I'll save my cheesy post for when we win the WS.

P.S. If you wonder when I get my schoolwork done, stop wondering: it manages to get done somehow. I think the homework fairies are responsible.
P.P.S. I PROMISE I'll blog about something besides b-ball once the season's over. This is more for my memory's sake than anything.