St. Louis Cardinals: He can take your’n and beat his’n

A truly great coach/manager will be successful regardless of the roster talent hand he is dealt.  St. Louis Cardinals fans hope the late NFLer Oail “Bum” Phillips’ theory is correct as concerns their embattled Mike Matheny.

We here at RedbirdRants find ourselves keyboard-deep in a manager death watch whether real or imagined. I believe “imagined.” Many St. Louis Cardinals fans may prefer “real.”

Nothing short of a pictorial on nekkid cheerleaders blows up the Internet like a good ol’ head coach/manager death watch.

NOTE: Is it just me or is Manager Mike starting to look like an “unsub” on Criminal Minds?

Keep in mind my pitchfork wielding friends, if somehow The Men of Mike Matheny take two from the Brew Crew today (June 13, 2017) and two more on Wednesday and Thursday, someone (maybe reader “Clay”) will quickly calculate “a magic number.”

Once “a magic number” is established, within 24 hours Fred Bird is taking deposits for playoff tickets… or not.

Back to Bum re: “Great Coaches”… I am a proponent of the On His Watch Theory of judging a Manager. “But, but, but, Matheny inherited La Russa’s roster core” gets thrown in a resume blender with “Theo assembles a Juggernaut For The Ages.” It all evens out somehow.

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Baseball, more than any sport, is so controlled by those mischievous baseball gods.

A Trevor Rosenthal 101-mph fastball misses its mark by a frog hair ending up 450’ away in the lap of an off-duty fireman from Florissant.

A bizarre infield fly fiasco in Atlanta in October 2011, and two weeks later David Freese is immortal.

Those damn baseball gods…

Last season “Matheny’s team” misses the playoffs by ONE FREAKIN’ GAME. Cries of “OMG!!! The apocalypse is nigh” were heard from Moline to Memphis.

One stinking pitch in one long forgotten game back in April set The Doomsday Machine in motion. Now June 2017, we reap the whirlwind.

Those damn baseball gods…

Fellow fans, I have never met any member of the Cardinals organization. Unless you count my daughter, working at an upscale toy store in LaDue, once sold a Tickle Me Elmo to Chris Carpenter’s wife.  That was a long shot. My point is…

Like you, I have BobLee’s Sure Fire Test To Measure A Man’s Mettle. It involves his handshake, the glint in his eyes, are his shoes shined, and attached or detached ear lobes.

I have never applied my test to Mike Matheny, John Moziliak, any DeWitt, or that galoot  that hacked the Astros’ computer.

Of current Cardinals I think I would like Greg Garcia the most if I knew him. I can’t say why. I just do.

A final thought regarding death watches, once started they are never extinguished. Like a landfill fire, they smolder and reemerge at the strangest times.

Next: Dr. Miles still after Matheny

IF Mike Matheny wins a dozen World Series retiring at seventy as a first-ballot HOFer, as sure as God made little green apples, someone will mutter “I knew he wouldn’t last.” That’s Baseball.