Tommorrow, I wont want the beautiful city of St. Louis to be reduced to a heap of radioactive waste including that stupid unfinished McDonalds sign. Tommorrow I won't question Albert Pujols'es sexual preference. Tommorrow I won't want the next announcer to talk about the wonderful fans of St. Louis and Boston to pull a Mama Cass on some St Louis BBQ or Boston Baked beans. Tommorrow I won't wish any ill will on everyone ever associated even fleetingly with St. Louis, including my favorite ex girlfriend, Marshall Faulk, Ozzie Smith and Ted Simmons. Tommorrow I won't question the paternity of Scott Rolens unborn child. Tommorrow I will remember Womack and Tavarez playing with pain and Edmonds miracle catch and the Astros valliant effort.... But for tonight I am the sorest of sore losers.
