I remember visiting the Old Busch Stadium with my Dad in the mid-70's and watching Al Hrabosky (AKA "The Mad Hungarian") pitch for the Cardinals. But that's not the only reason that I'm still a St. Louis Cardinals fan. Stories like this one involving Albert Pujols are also a big part of why I'll be a fan of the red birds forever."He lay on his back in the dirt of the Pittsburgh ballpark. His neck hurt. Striking his face on the crushed rock along the first-base side felt like breaking through glass. He was bloodied. And the foul ball was gone. He had missed it, missed his one chance to grab a game ball for his son on the boy's 21st birthday."
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Thanks, Tim Challies, for pointing me to this article.
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