I finished the picture of Dunderella and the Wolf Girl. I suppose it isn’t much of a picture, but it has inspired a story. Dunderella is the clumsiest Storybook in the fairy kingdom of Tellosia. The Wolf Girl is supposedly her friend whom she talks to when nobody else is around, but it is very possible that they are the same fairy, just two different personalities, one of which is only encountered by others during the full moon.
Finishing something in the midst of a miasma of misfortune, unfinished projects, and illness counts as a turn for the better. Doesn’t it?
And the football Cardinals, whom I have loved since they were in St. Louis when I was a kid and fledgling football fan, won yesterday. Sure, they had a 38 to 20 lead that turned into 38 to 33 by the end of the fourth quarter, but they won instead of losing like they have three times in the previous five games. And it was partly because they now have future Hall-of-Famer Adrian Petersen on their team. He scored two touchdowns in his Cardinal debut.
And it didn’t hurt that Carson Palmer, the Cardinal Quarterback, threw three touchdowns, something he hasn’t done in a while.
So things are looking better in Mickey land. I still have a great deal of back pain. I still can’t seem to get signed up properly to be an Uber driver. I still haven’t seen progress on my novel with Page Publishing. But yesterday proved good things can still happen too.
You have probably gathered by this point that I like Albert Pujols. Of course, that would be the wrong conclusion for you to draw. I LOVE Albert Pujols. And I am not alone. Not only did the man take my favorite team from the doldrums of the 90’s to World Series titles in 2006 and 2011, but he did it with a work-ethic, a grace, and a power that restored my faith in a sport that had been rocked by scandal and steroid use. He restored my faith in humanity. He is not only a sports hero. He is a really great human being… a super hero. Did you watch the 60-Minutes’ piece? There isn’t anything more to say about that. Humility is part of the equation.
I got my love of baseball from listening to games on the radio with my Great Grandpa Raymond. We listened to the Minnesota Twins take on the baseball world on KGLO Radio in Mason City, Iowa. I heard Harmon Killebrew smack homers and Tony Oliva get key hits in crucial situations. I followed the exploits of Rod Carew. And then, the St. Louis Cardinals took over the 60’s. They were in the World Series three times and won it twice. Bob Gibson was pitching. Lou Brock played Left Field and stole bases. It was miraculous. I would go on to live and die with the Cardinals every baseball season, even though I could only follow them through the newspaper and occasionally when they played the Cubs on TV. Tim McCarver, Ted Simmons, Willie McGee, Tommy Herr, Ozzie Smith, Jack Clark, Mark Macgwire, Scott Carpenter, Scott Rolen… If those names don’t mean anything to you then you are not really a baseball fan, and you probably didn’t read this far anyway.
Anyway… he did it. 600 home runs. He is now part of an elite group in the record books. And there is no doubt he is one of the best baseball players that ever lived.
I’m sure you probably are saying to yourself something like, “What the heck is Mickey saying?” or “Why is this gesticulating goombah complaining again?” or definitely, “What the heck does plethora mean?”
Well, the results of 2016 I truly did not love.
Saturday my football Cardinals got a measure of revenge. They were leading the hated Seahawks by a score of 31 to 18 in the second half. Then, like God was cheating in their favor or something, the doofy Seahawks made a couple of long scoring plays and should have been able to kick the winning point after touchdown with less than two minutes left in the game. Miraculously, the kicker shanked it wide left. Tie score, 31 to 31. So then, karma finally kicked in and the Cardinals got down into fieldgoal range on a pass to David Johnson, the miracle running back who ran for over 100 yards in his 15th consecutive game. The game ended with a successful Cardinals’ field goal that gave them the unlikely win.
So, why am I not happy with a win like that? Because it was practically the only one. The Cardinals had a talented team this year that was predicted to win the Superbowl at the beginning of the year. But they kept losing games. Eight of them, as a matter of fact. They were out of the playoff picture before Saturday’s game. And the last time they played these skanky wanky Seahawks, they scored first in overtime, but still only got a tie out of the game. And these same Seahawks made it into the playoffs as the winner of the Cardinals’ division. Football life is really unfair sometimes.
And besides that, the Cubs won the World Series. Donald Trump is going to be President in 2017. The world is ending (at least within 100 years). I am dying (at least within ten years). And I am no closer now to being a successful novelist than I was on the day I was born. Oh, and I have a viral infection that makes me cough and may kill me. Life is all dark brown and dumbly glum right now.
So “plethora” means a whole gol dang lot of something. And somewhere, somehow, someone owes me a good day or two.
Yes, we are out of the playoffs. Even though we won the last game of the year against the evil Pirates, we fell one game short. The evil San Francisco Giants beat the hapless Dodgers. No, that’s not quite right. The EVIL San Francisco Bullies With a Glandular Problem beat the worthless Dodgers whom you can never depend on when you need them to win! And so, believe it or not, I must now root for the Cubs to win it all in the National League. Yes, the Cubs, even though they took the Cardinals out of the playoffs last year during the Cards’ 100-win dominant season, are the least detestable team still in the playoff hunt for the World Series. Donald Trump may be the next president of the U.S. The Fukushima nuclear plant has irradiated the entire Pacific Ocean. Global warming is out of control. And the Cubs might win the World Series. Humanity is doomed.
But it gets worse. I am also a loyal Arizona Cardinals fan (a condition I have suffered since they were the St. Louis Cardinals, before evil billionaire Birdy Bidwill moved them to Arizona in a petulant fit about stadiums and sky-boxes).
Last year the Cardinals were poised to be Super Bowl contenders. Even though they lost last year to the Panthers, they were favored to be one of the teams in the big game this year. But then they lost a squeaker to New England in the first game of the season. They lost last week to a suddenly potent Buffalo defense. And yesterday, the EVIL Rams not only snatched victory away in the 4th quarter, they wounded Carson Palmer again, this time with a possible concussion. At one win and three losses, this will have to be a come-back season… if it is not lost already. Maybe the world needs to end to put me out of my misery.
Sometimes life is kinda tough. I am in pain as I write this. Cold rain in Texas. But I am at the end of 15 straight months of posting every single day. So this is a place-holder post. It is an easily done and finished post. It is an I-am-almost-done-already post. And it still counts because I say so. I make the rules. I am the writer of my own story. So, this is me being the bright red little bird that doesn’t fly away when the winter comes.
Yep, we did it again. We had a great season, better than we’ve ever had (since we were the Chicago Cardinals before I was born). But, just like last year, the Carolina Panthers put a wooden stake through the heart of our dreams. We are still a team that has never won a Superbowl. And I wish the best to you, Carolina, who has also never won a Superbowl (the “best” here means that the Denver Broncos’ defense turns the Panthers’ offense into hamburger, and keeps you on the list just as the Steelers did to us in ’08).
Wait til next year! Oh, and there are still the St. Louis Blues in hockey who have yet to win the Stanley Cup!