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[MLB] Life Worth Living

By Rob LaBrie

"Man I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
I think his death it must be killin' me" - Jakob Dylan (The Wallflowers)

[MLB] Dream Weaver

Anyone who followed baseball this year knows the story of Jeffrey Charles Weaver. After going 3-10 with a 6.29 E.R.A. with the Los Angeles/Orange County Angels of Anaheim/Pasadena/Tustin/Southern California region, and being replaced in the rotation by his little brother Jered, he was traded to the St. Louis Cardinals. The Cards' struggling, injury-depleted pitching staff needed help, and while acquiring Weaver seemed like it would help less than having A-Rod on your postseason roster, it was better than nothing.

Maybe a little change of scenery would do Weaver good. Maybe being traded to a contender would give him a little fire on the mound; a little more motivation. After his fourth start as a Cardinal, the hope for a turnaround was dwindling along with the Cardinals' playoff hopes. His line after that loss to the Atlanta Braves read as follows: 4 IP, 8 H, 6 ER, 2 HR, 2 BB, 1 K.

Sure it looked bleak for a while, but who doubts Weaver now?

[MLB] Could Albert Pujols at only age 26, already be considered the greatest hitter ever?

Hey, hey, it's Big Albert Pujols. The man-child who's quickly becoming perhaps the greatest right-handed hitter baseball has ever seen. Already Pujols set a mark for most home runs in April with 14. At his current pace, he'll hit 90 home runs, have 207 RBI, hit a healthy .345 with whopping .908 slugging percentage and walk 181 times. The scary thing about all of this is that he is only 26 years young.

[MLB] Why we should all love Albert Pujols

His .340 average, 20 home runs, and 64 RBIs are three very good reasons why St Louis Cardinal fans can't get enough of Albert Pujols. But the swing's not the only reason why we should love Albert Pujols...

[MLB] Memories of the 1987 St. Louis Cardinals

Seventeen years ago I fell in love for the first time. No, not with a girl, I was only in third grade, we hated the girls. The year was 1987 and I fell in love with the game of baseball and more specifically, the St. Louis Cardinals.