Sadly for all us Cardinal fans, the answer to this question right now is, decidedly, “No.” Still, Will Leitch’s book by the same title gave me a lot of laughs and brought back a lot of great memories from growing up a Cardinal fan. In “Are We Winning: Fathers and Sons in the New Golden Age of Baseball,” Leitch details a trip to Wrigley Field for a series between his beloved Redbirds and the despised Cubs. He’s joined on the trip by his father (who, like so many of us, was responsible for Will’s dedication to the Cards) and his friend, Mike, who is a Cubs fan. Each chapter describes an inning of the game, with a running commentary on life intertwined throughout. Leitch writes the book to his yet-to-be-born (also yet-to-be-conceived) son, and, assuming said son will be reading it in many years, he provides some fun pointers at the end of each chapter on life as we know it. For example, this was my personal favorite: “The MultiNational United Corporation that owns all the banks, universities, and half of Congress was once known as “Twitter.” The book is full of moments, like that one, that made me laugh out loud.
And, at times, it makes you think. Leitch has the great habit of taking a scorebook around with him to every game he attends, so he has a record of all kinds of happy memories, and he always notes who is there with him. If I had done this (and I think my Dad tried to get me to), I’d have a scorecard from Mark Whiten’s four-home-run game, one from Pujols’ first game in Cincinnati, when the stadium announcer mispronounced his name and then he obliterated a baseball over the batter’s eye in dead center, and scores more, all reminders of moments I’ve shared with my Dad or my best friends or my wife or my two sons.
In addition to all this, which made the book a lot of fun to read, there is a quote that so perfectly summarizes my life as a baseball fan, it was like Leitch got into my head and took it right out:
True baseball fans do not cheer for their teams to win; they cheer for them not to lose. Victory does not come with joy, it comes with relief. Losing causes only pain. When I sat in Busch for Game 5 of the 2006 World Series, I was not counting down outs. I was not preparing to celebrate a title. I was terrified that this was all going to veer wrong, that, once again, all the time and effort and emotion I had put into this team, this lovely, precious, elusive team, would be for naught. I would watch them blow out. And, like all fans, I feared deep down that it would be my fault. That if I hadn’t gone to the game, they would have won. It doesn’t make any sense. It’s irrational. But nothing about being a baseball fan is rational. The goal is not to watch your team dominate. The goal is to escape without being embarrassed. Baseball is not a sport for dominators. Baseball is a sport for survivors.
All told, I really enjoyed this book. I ended up at PNC Park the other night, and Leitch himself was just two sections away. Had I known this serendipitous moment would take place, I surely would’ve taken my copy of the book and asked him to sign it for my Dad, to whom I’m going to give the book now that I’m done with it. It’s the least I can do for all he’s given me.
(I want to say a special thanks to Christine Ragasa over at Hyperion, who graciously sent me a copy of the book to review.)