As I sit here getting ready to turn on the Cards v. Pirates Game 5, I am reminded of my family that I miss so much. See, Cardinals fandom is in my blood. I’ve been a St. Louis fan since I can remember. My dad watches games. My grandpa watched all the games and would shout at the TV…since the players can hear him, of course. I miss the camaraderie of Cardinal Nation, but I’m glad I have social media. I maybe watching this game by myself, in the comfort of my living room, but through Facebook and Twitter I can communicate with my fellow fans from back home. I miss the Midwest more than I think I even realize…that’s home for me. Always has been. Always will be. Cardinal Red. Mizzou black and gold. IMOs and White Castle. Rolling hills and trees for miles. The rich history and breathtaking views. The down home values and How-do-ya-dos. The raised index finger from the steering wheel and slower pace. The thunderstorms and tornado warnings. The orange and red and yellow leaves piled up ready to be jumped into. My heart will forever belong there with my family and friends from years passed. Things are simpler and you can actually take a deep breath without polluting your innards.
People ask me all the time “What is there to do where you’re from?” My answers never seem to satisfy their ignorance. I suppose unless you’re from there and treasure it, you don’t understand…which makes absolute sense. I’ve already stated above what I love most about being from the Midwest, more specifically Missouri. I guess these things don’t seem as important to others as they are to me. I usually just respond with “We will just have to agree to disagree.” or something similar and change the topic of conversation. Truth is, every time I talk about it, I miss it more and more. I hope to get back soon.
Manders-Lou 