It's old (not as old as me, indeed), but you should still take a look at this article on SB Nation.
Love for Daddy Dunc.
It's old (not as old as me, indeed), but you should still take a look at this article on SB Nation.
Love for Daddy Dunc.
The Cardinals and Yadier Molina have agreed to terms on a one-year contract to keep him in Cardinal Red through next season.
The St. Louis Cardinals were down three games to none, and catcher Mike Matheny was benched for Game 4 in St. Louis. A rookie, Molina had played in only 51 games that season.
But early in Game 4, he came to Matheny for advice, after he noticed Boston slugger Manny Ramirez relaying signs to David Ortiz at the plate about which pitch was coming.
“I said, ‘When he comes up, make sure he knows that you’re on to it,’” Matheny said according to the St. Louis Post-Dispatch. “I didn’t know that he was going to take his mask off and get in (Ramirez’s) face. I was sitting over there saying, ‘That’s probably not what I would have done … but that will work.”
Molina met Ramirez at home plate in the top of the fourth, and had no problem standing up to that season’s American League home-run champ.
Boston manager Terry Francona came out to squash the chances of the altercation becoming physical, and talked about the incident in his memoir “Francona: The Red Sox Years.”
When Francona heard what Molina was accusing Ramirez of, he turned toward plate umpire Chuck Meriweather: “Chuck, Manny doesn’t even know our signs.”
Francona then asked Ramirez, “You don’t know our signs, do you, Manny?”
Ramirez replied, “No.”
That’s just a hilarious “Manny-being-Manny” side note to the main story, that Molina demanded respect from his first moments in the big leagues. Ramirez had more home runs, than Yadi had hits in the 2004 season. And remember, this was before the steroid rumors surrounded Ramirez’s career.
Molina was 21-years-old, but wouldn’t let Ramirez, 32, break one of baseball’s unwritten rules.
Molina’s dedication to protecting his sport will certainly be remembered after his Hall-of-Fame career comes to a close.
I hope no one was too worried.
Wow, has it really been that long?
Anyway, all is well. Things have changed quite a bit since I've been gone, though. Both in my life and in the baseball world.
Ups and downs doesn't quite accurately describe the intense losses and breath-taking highs that have defined the Cardinals these last 10 years.
We won in 2011. And what a win.
David Freese, everybody.
Oh, and I may or may not have sent Nelson Cruz a fruit basket after Game Six.
Albert moved on.
Greener pastures or whatever. I was angry. Hurt. Confused. Inconsolable. Then I got over it.
Chris Duncan passed on.
He's playing left field in Heaven, I have no doubt. And if he isn't, then I don't want to go.
Tony spent a day in jail for "driving while entitled."
Maybe that wasn't the exact charge, but close enough.
Anthony Reyes became an LA County fire fighter.
And proved once and for all that he is the hero I always knew him to be.
Jason Isringhausen was inducted into the Cardinals HOF and the Missouri Sports HOF.
*swoon*
The team barely looks the same and yet it's still the Cardinals we know and love. Life is funny. And sad. And millions of other adjectives depending on a million things.
I only wish I could have some of those moments back.
p.s. I know there are maaaaany more significant things that have happened, these are just the ones that popped into my head first.