You may be about to learn two things about me. First, while many of you know this already, I’ve never made my provenance entirely explicit. I was born in St. Louis, MO and spent most of my childhood there. This made me (and still makes me) a fairly die-hard Cardinals fan. It also makes me a fan who has reveled in–depending on how and whom you count–anywhere from two to four World Championships. That, I suppose, is not all that interesting.
Second, you’re about to learn that my wife, Ann, is a much better writer than I. She also happens to be the great-grand-daughter of former Cleveland Indians manager Lee Fohl. What follows is something she wrote about him. And me. And you.
Explaining Cleveland Fanhood to My Husband
He’s a transplant from St. Louis, where they’ve won it all four times (three World Series and a Super Bowl) in his lifetime. What does he have to show for these wins? A blue Cardinals cap with a 2006 World Series patch on the side and a new red one sporting a 2011 patch, as well as a general feeling of optimism about his hometown team (without “hopeless” or “foolish” thrown in as a modifier). To his four championships, I have four heartbreaks – the drive, the fumble, 1995 and 1997 – and a creeping sense of foreboding whenever things look like they might be going Cleveland’s way. [Read more...]