'Tis the season of awards, the season when, each year, the magical faeries at the Baseball Writers Association of America vote on the various awards given out to players throughout the land. (Well, technically, the magical faeries that actually play and manage the games vote on some of them, and the somewhat less magical faeries who make up the Internet voting public vote on still others.)
The time of year when, each and every time, some Cardinal player is shafted. This year it was Albert and
Well, when things finally decide to happen, they do so in a hurry, don't they?
First things first: Trever Miller. Can I just tell you all that when I heard the Cardinals finally came to terms with Miller, my heart offered up a great and glorious hosanna to the heavens above? "At last," I thought, "the Cardinals have stepped back into the realms of glory! Trever Miller will lead us all to the promised land!"
Okay, so maybe that wasn't my exact thought process. In fact, maybe it wasn't even clos
What can I say? I'm a sucker for punishment. So in the spirit of twisting the knife just a hair more -- and also because there is actual news to report -- I present to you the Remains of Anthony Reyes Watch. Why can't I quit you, Anthony?
Ah, January. Bringer of frigid temperatures, NFL playoff games, and suicides by the bucketful. The holiday season is officially over. Christmas has come and gone, and the New Year has been rung. Truly, these are the darkest days of all for the retail industry. Thus, one other thing always comes with January: sales.For bargain shoppers, January is a holy time, second only to the period between 4 to 6 a.m. on Black Friday. January is the time when all of the merchandise that didn't get bought
