2008 Woodie Awards
Columnist claims team loyalty ... twice
Steve Root
Issue date: 9/7/07 Section: Sports
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Blue and red. Colors for the American Civil War? Yes, but also for my civil war. That's right, I'm a Cardinals and a Brewers fan. Now, before you strike me down as a hypocrite or bandwagon fan, let me explain how this happened.
Ever since I can remember, I've been a Cardinals fan. My dad grew up in Collinsville, which, for those of you who don't know, is about 20 minutes outside of St. Louis.
This, of course, made him a die-hard Cardinals fan growing up. Since I was born in Arizona and there was no major league baseball team in the area at the time, I inherited my dad's love for the Cardinals.
Because of this, I was just as thrilled as everyone else in St. Louis after the Cardinals' thrilling playoff run to a World Series title. However, this does not explain why I'm a Brewers fan as well.
This one is actually much more obvious. After living in Arizona until I was 4, we moved to Milwaukee and I began going to Brewers games.
Inevitably, I gained a feeling of affection for the terrible team that Milwaukee was and, in some ways, still is. As most people can attest, you can't help but to cheer for your hometown team. Otherwise, you feel like you might be betraying them, in a sense.
Because of being a Cardinal fan, I was just as thrilled as any other St. Louis resident when the Cardinals completed their playoff run with a World Series title. To remind me of my roots, my mom even sent me a baby picture of myself completely adorned in Cardinals attire, complete with a full body suit, baseball cap and wristbands.
But for some reason, these teams seem to constantly coincide for me. This year is the 25th anniversary of the last and only time that the Brewers were in the World Series.
It's a big deal in Milwaukee because, as might be expected, the players that were a part of that team have been immortalized in people's minds. As a result, seeing them honored is a really cool thing for the city. As most of you reading this know, the Cardinals come into the story because they were the ones that prevented the Brewers from coming away with a World Series title.
Ever since I can remember, I've been a Cardinals fan. My dad grew up in Collinsville, which, for those of you who don't know, is about 20 minutes outside of St. Louis.
This, of course, made him a die-hard Cardinals fan growing up. Since I was born in Arizona and there was no major league baseball team in the area at the time, I inherited my dad's love for the Cardinals.
Because of this, I was just as thrilled as everyone else in St. Louis after the Cardinals' thrilling playoff run to a World Series title. However, this does not explain why I'm a Brewers fan as well.
This one is actually much more obvious. After living in Arizona until I was 4, we moved to Milwaukee and I began going to Brewers games.
Inevitably, I gained a feeling of affection for the terrible team that Milwaukee was and, in some ways, still is. As most people can attest, you can't help but to cheer for your hometown team. Otherwise, you feel like you might be betraying them, in a sense.
Because of being a Cardinal fan, I was just as thrilled as any other St. Louis resident when the Cardinals completed their playoff run with a World Series title. To remind me of my roots, my mom even sent me a baby picture of myself completely adorned in Cardinals attire, complete with a full body suit, baseball cap and wristbands.
But for some reason, these teams seem to constantly coincide for me. This year is the 25th anniversary of the last and only time that the Brewers were in the World Series.
It's a big deal in Milwaukee because, as might be expected, the players that were a part of that team have been immortalized in people's minds. As a result, seeing them honored is a really cool thing for the city. As most of you reading this know, the Cardinals come into the story because they were the ones that prevented the Brewers from coming away with a World Series title.
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