About

Legally tailing the sacred St. Louis Cardinals since 2002.

Yes, I’m a chick Cardblogger. I may not know everybody’s stats but I know what they mean and I have strong opinions that are usually logical. I love the color pink but its presence anywhere on my body at a Cardinal game is strictly forbidden so as to prevent confusion with the dreaded CFB stereotype. [Update: Ok, so now I own a pink Nalgene. I fill it with water, ahem, and bring it to the stadium sometimes. I also have a hip flask. Sue me.]

Despite my lifelong residence in Cardinal Nation, I didn’t grow up a Cards fan and only experienced conversion as a freshman in college. I missed out on all those great moments as a kid like running the bases, getting autographs, and catching foul balls. I’m still trying to convince people that I ought to be eligible for the 15 & under promotions since if you count my Cardinals age instead of my chronological age, I’m well under the age cutoff.

Right now I’m a grad student and formerly in a teacher training program. Peanut butter & jelly sandwiches are my friends, except that I’m picky about not eating hydrogenated oils and high fructose corn syrup so I make my own bread and buy organic peanut butter and strawberry jam. I make an exception when I order my one hot dog at the stadium. And my, what a big exception it is!

As much as I have a rabid addiction to the St. Louis Cardinals, I have other vices: knitting and baking. Hand-knitting, the stuff of grandmas everywhere. Laugh, but when I’m sporting the finest pair of Rick Ankiel Anthony Reyes Brendan Ryan-style high socks or cranking out a blanket during chilly nights at the stadium, I’ll laugh at you. As for the baking, nobody has eaten my cookies/cupcakes/brownies and been displeased. Someday I want to sell beer and baked goods to drunken baseball fans downtown… or at least dangle a “care package” into the bullpen and see what happens.