The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Cardinals team this year.
They faltered down the stretch, gave Cardinal Nation much to fear.
Despite a lead of seven games, the edge withered away.
The Astros pulled to within one with just three games to play.
But they squeaked into the playoffs, thanks to the Braves in part.
The Padres were the team with whom St. Louis was to start.
Would the Redbirds ride the arm of Carp and mighty Albert’s bat?
Or would they in the playoffs, like so many times, fall flat?
Chris Carpenter showed why he is the Cardinals’ pitching ace.
He won two games against the Pads, their bats he did erase.
The win over the Padres forced a showdown with the Mets.
Few people gave the Cards a chance, against them cast their bets.
Besides, the New York Mets were the NL’s winningest team,
It won’t take long for them to show the Cardinals who’s supreme.
The series tottered back and forth, until Game Seven came.
Then Yadier went deep and earned appropriate acclaim.
World Series bound! The faithful in St. Louis did rejoice.
Against all odds the Cards triumphed to hush the critic’s voice.
Meanwhile Detroit was plowing through the Yankees and the A’s,
To set up a rematch from 68’s departed days.
Again the Cards were underdogs before Detroit’s fine crew.
The experts said the Cardinals would soon say their adieu.
But something happened to the Birds that words cannot define.
Perhaps it was the stars above beginning to align.
Scott Rolen’s bat finally awoke from its untimely rest,
While Edmonds also came to life, to help the Cardinals’ quest.
St. Louis took Game 1 behind the rookie Reyes arm.
Pujols smacked one and drove in two, to do much of the harm.
Detroit bounced back to win Game 2. Yes, Rogers pitched quite well.
Two hits are all that he gave up, the Cards’ offense to quell.
Don’t worry ’bout the brown gunk seen upon the gambler’s hand.
The act was not enough to get the Tigers’ pitcher banned.
Back to St. Lou the Series went, games three and four and five,
Our ace, that guy named Carpenter, would keep our hopes alive.
And sure enough, he dominated in his Game Three start,
To give the Cards a 2-1 edge, and fans a hopeful heart.
Game Four saw Suppan take the mound against young Bonderman,
As Eckstein’s late heroics spurred the Cards to win again.
One win away! The Cards fans overflowed with sheer delight.
After twenty-four empty years, would Friday be the night?
It was Weaver for the Redbirds, Verlander for Detroit,
Each pitcher hoping to display his prowess more adroit.
But the defense was the story, as the Tigers couldn’t throw.
Eight errors for the whole series cost them as they well know.
Molina, Scott and Little Eck came through to spark some runs.
Few could have guessed at season’s end that they would be the ones.
Weaver put on a grand display, through eight allowing two.
He gave it over to the pen to pull the Cardinals through.
The rookie Wainwright took the ball and shut the Tigers down.
He struck out Inge on pitches three, to give the Cards the crown.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright.
Champagne is flowing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light.
And somewhere men are laughing, and children freely play.
That place is Cardinal Nation, for the Cards are champs today.
By Tim Ellsworth
Adapted from “Casey at the Bat,” by Ernest Thayer