I was born in 1982 in March. That year the St. Louis Cardinal’s won the world series for the first time in a long time. When I was growing up my dad, my brother, and I would go to games. We would cheer and we would scream and we really got into the games. When things were bad there were two I had in life – school and the Cards. I would enter the games and feel like I had a deep connection with my team. It was great. My aunt once said that I would be buried in my backwards Cardinal’s hat. I always...