Hell-o again everybody. Harry Carey here along with Jack Buck.
We’re here in the Northside of Chicago to tell everyone that the reports of our deaths were not exaggerated, but the rumored death of the Red Birds……well, that is indeed a gross exaggeration. Covid can’t keep Cardinals caged for long.
That’s right Harry, for when it comes to the Red Birds, “it’s never say die”, though I wish we could say the same about ourselves.
So true, Jack. You know when it comes time for the resurrection, I will come back as a Cardinal once again in Red Bird Heaven. I spent enough time in Wrigley’s purgatory. Thank goodness for Budweiser brewed in old St. Lou, as I could have never endured Cub baseball without it.
I hear that Harry. And what could be better than sweeping a five game series against the Cubs this long Labor Day Weekend. With apologies to The Donald, a five game sweep would trump the four game sweep in Chicago last September that sent the Cubbies sniffling back to their dens to cuddle with Momma Bear Maddon to lament another swing and a miss of post-season play.
Holy Cow Jack! I remember that well. But that Clueless Cub left town for good, so I guess the baby bears are now motherless, and fatherless.
Hilarious Harry! And how I’d love to see a smoking fastball find its way to Anthony Rizzo’s ham hocks! The way he’s hitting this year, that’s the only way he will reach base.
Now that would be fun to see, Jack. The way Rizzo emotes on the field like a dime store vaudevillian, one would think his whole body is a Virginia ham. Or a hot dog. Either way Jack, he is a porker. And Kyle Schwarber, too.
That’s right, Harry. So it’s on to Chicago to smoke some pork, and let’s win five straight!