The Sox against the Redbirds in the World Series. I'm so happy, I'm stunned. These are the two teams I like, the two teams I've always loved, the two teams I rooted for my entire life. When I was a kid, many were the nights I fell asleep listening to Jack Buck (yes, Joe Buck's father) announcing the Cardinals on KMOX.

I do remember the Redbirds winning in 1982. (Jim Kaat, who first pitched in 1907, was a reliever for that team.) I remember Willie McGee hitting two homers in one game, I remember Joaquin Andujar taking a line drive off his knee and coming back and winning Game 7, I remember the Cards scoring two runs on a sacrifice fly. But that's about it. My memories of 1985 and 1987 are more vivid and less pleasant. It's been a long time.

I also remember the Sox playoff history, and there's no need to recap any of it.

But now one of them is going to win the World Series, after *each* was down 3 games to 2. Ahhhhh, life is good.