Cardinal Crazy

            I guess if there’s one lesson about diversity I’ve learned at Rockhurst, it’s that not everyone is a Cardinals fan.  Shocking, I know.  How could you not be with an all-star like Pujols, the loveable Yadi, and the adorable and game winning David Freese?  But whether you’re a diehard Cardinals fan or not, it seems like every St. Louisan on campus is rallying around the Redbirds this week. 

            Not so with the non-St. Louis Rockhurst population.  And seeing as only half of my house is from St. Louis, and the other half hails from Oklahoma, Kansas City, and Piedmont, Missouri, I am experiencing a bit of culture shock at living with people who do not structure their nights around the World Series games—though I’m sure they’d say we’re the real culture shock.  I had accepted this sad reality though, and was used to Emma, Elizabeth, and me being the only inhabitants of THV 304 who gathered around the TV during game time or needed text updates when we had to be somewhere else. 

            Which is why I did a double-take when Sam, the Oklahoman, said “Ahh, I wanted to make it back in time for the Cardinals game!” when we were running late getting dinner last night.  For a brief moment I was thrilled at the thought that we had actually converted her to the ranks of Cardinal Nation, but it turns out that wasn’t the case.  Sam could care less about the Cardinals beating the Rangers.  She just wanted to watch us—particularly Elizabeth and Emma, because I am pretty tame—watch the game.  Apparently there is something entertaining about seeing generally dignified Rockhurst women go bananas over a baseball game.  Apparently there is something funny about hearing Emma yelling “COME ON, FAT ELVIS.  COME ON, BIG PUMA,” Elizabeth curled in a ball on the couch upon realizing that we have nobody left in the bullpen, and all of us jumping off the couch punching the air and doing victory dances at each win.  Apparently we are like animals in a zoo to her when our Redbirds are playing.  So much for her taking an interest in Cardinal baseball. 

            But we’ll convert her yet.  There’s currently enough frozen pizza and Rotel dip in our kitchen to convince anybody to stick around the house tonight, and maybe, just maybe, we’ll get a few wild cheers out of her before the night is over…

LET’S GO CARDINALS!!

 The St. Louis contingent of 304.