Is it against some rule of journalism to cover a game that you didn't actually watch?
It probably is, but since I don't get paid by Bleacher Report to prepare these highly entertaining game notes, I guess I'm technically not a journalist. I'm merely one of those dreaded bloggers, and that means I have no ethics, according to well-known steroid abuser Raul Ibanez.
So, I wasn't actually able to view very much of the Cardinals-Marlins game today. It was a day game on the east coast, which means it started at 11 AM here in the Midwest. At that time, I was already scheduled to cart my stepson across the wide expanse of the St. Louis metropolitan area, to his dental surgery appointment.
Admittedly, these days, sitting outside of a dentist's office, overhearing a group of college educated professionals try to sedate a hyperactive seven year old and violently remove his abcessed tooth is slightly less painful and awkward than watching some recent Cardinals games, especially when the incompetent Todd Wellemeyer is wasting space on the mound.
So, while Wellemeyer was stupidly handing a lead to the hapless Marlins, and with his lack of pitching ability, making hopeless geeks like Ross Gload look like Babe Ruth, I was perched in an uncomfortable waiting room chair, and reading Newsweek magazines from six months ago. It is difficult to determine which one of these things would have annoyed me more.
Unfortunately, I learned that addressing the kid's dental concerns also caused me to miss Pujols finally managing to wake up his bat, Ankiel managing to impress yet again on both offense and defense, a much needed impressive performance by the lagging Ryan Ludwick, and a ball hit by Colby Rasmus sailing through the legs of Cody Ross. I learned as I arrived home that the Cardinals managed to pull out an impressive and dramatic come-from-behind victory, beating the Marlins 6-5. Franklin got the save, and currently, as I write this, the Cards are merely half a game out of first place in their division. This was the most thrilling Cardinals game so far this year, and unfortunate circumstances prevented me from watching it.
As I watched the highlights this afternoon, my sedated stepson rested peacefully in my arms, beaming a gap-toothed grin in my direction, staring at me like I was his favorite and most admired person in the world. Occasionally, missing the game is worth it.
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