The title pretty much says it all. I was wondering the other night what the stray Brian Matusz Heritage card was for that's been sitting on my desk for week. It turns out, I got a small package from The Hopeful Chase a few weeks ago and have yet to hold up my end of the bargain. That's failure on the card front. There was much failure on the Cardinal front tonight (and really, for most of the season at least post-All-Star break.) I'll get to that in a moment.
It would be nice if the Cardinals had started the year with a real shortstop, even one that can't hit like Jason Bartlett. Right now they have a real shortstop, except that he's constructed mainly of toothpicks and peanut brittle. I would like to see Rafael Furcal back next season with St. Louis, but only at a bargain basement price.
St. Louis has some terrors this season alright, but it's mostly the kind that finds Skip Schumaker on the mound at the wrong end of a 13-0 score. And then there was that moth that flew into Matt Holliday's ear last night...
All in all, the future is not looking all that bright for the Cardinals, regardless of whether it includes a certain legendary first baseman. The Mark Mulder trade was bad enough, but it did at least bring the Cards one stellar season from the lefty before his arm fell off (at the expense of Dan Haren's tenure as a Card.)
Just two days after the dreaded Colby Rasmus trade of ultimate doom, Justin included this seemingly innocent Edwin Jackson card in the padded envelope. All these weeks later, I feel even worse about the deal. And no, the Jackson player collection won't be starting any time soon. I'm sure he's living out of a suitcase right now. He's used to it.
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