coming in out of the cold

saturday's postponed game was the first one that mrs. rabid and i attended. it was cold, and so were the cardinals' bats. they were the best seats i have ever purchased (right field field boxes, twenty feet into foul territory). the drunken folks behind us had driven in from hannibal, mo in time for the noon start; instead of going to the arch, or the art museum, or some such, they had chosen to drink from noon until gametime. while your very own rabid redbird is no stranger to drink (though at times, sobriety has seemed like a long lost acquaintance), hours of drinking followed by hours of driving is never a good idea. i can only hope they killed no one on the way back to hannibal.

yesterday, our son, jackrabid, had his first birthday party/bbq. in celebration, the cardinals rediscovered their abilities at the plate (most of them, anyway... both rolen and edmonds 0-4 with a walk weren't quite mv3 calibur, but what can you do). perhaps i need to grill 20-plus pounds of meat for every game, or perhaps we need to change the jersey numbers to 42 permanently. whatever the case, it was good to see/hear.

that's all for today, as work crises come before baseball good times.