Dearest Redbirds

Will John Lackey take a breath?

Will I?

In 2006 I decided I might enjoy the playoffs, for the team of my heart made a run after escaping the regular season with a paltry 83 wins.

They won the whole thing for the first time in my life.

This summer, I spent so many days with the Redbirds in Seattle, with mornings selling coffee and afternoons selling St. Louis.

Perhaps I learned to write a bit better.

Perhaps I adore them even more now, though books pull me away.

With adoration comes great potential of loss, I suppose.

Yes. And a team, dearly beloved.

Let us begin.

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