Yeah, Right, Whatever

You might be wondering why I haven't gotten around to writing a "woohoo!!! we won!!!" post about the St. Louis Cardinals' World Series victory last week. I thought about writing one... started a time or two, but I couldn't come up with much more than... well... "woohoo!!! we won!!!" I mean, Little Davey Eckstein's MVP was pretty cool... and Yaddie's batting average was nothing to sneeze at. Reyes did better than anyone could have ever hoped. All the good guys got healthy just in time (no offense, Izzy.) After 24 years, it was about time. But everyone's heard all that before. Nothing new.

But then, a couple of days later, St. Louis received another title, one I'm sure the Mayor isn't quite so proud of.

A surge in violence made St. Louis the most dangerous city in the country, leading a trend of violent crimes rising much faster in the Midwest than in the rest of nation, according to an annual list.

To me, that just doesn't make sense. OK, sure... it's not the safest city around. But the most dangerous? Nah...

I mean, take last weekend for example. There were no riots after the World Series. There was a parade. No mayhem. Just a huge party with 500,000 Cardinal Nation faithful. Does that sound like "the most dangerous city in America" to you? Not to me.

Then again, St. Louis does have a bit of a reputation when it comes to their baseball fans.

Anyway... Congrats to the Cards for their awesome victory... and to St. Louis for their not-quite-so-dangerous display of how Championship celebrating is supposed to happen.