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“He speaks in that strange sports talk, telling me about the start of the new season and asks if I follow baseball.
No. I really don’t.
He assures me if I stay in town long enough I will become a baseball fan. It’s a requirement of living in St. Louis. Everyone is a Cardinal’s fan.
“Loyal,â€� he tells me. St. Louis is a loyal town.”
― Gwenn Wright, Filter

“That's a Winner”
― Jack Buck, Jack Buck: That's a Winner

“Cardinals appear when angels are near. Did anyone today even remember the old bit of folklore? Or did everyone scoot around it, avoiding such a sweet idea in the same manner they avoided stepping in potholes?”
― Holly Schindler, Sentimental Journey

“To regain my equilibrium, I head for the corridor of bird skins. These are not taxidermied birds, not cute in any way. Still, it comforts me to open the wide, flat drawers and see them there, even if they are tied at the feet and devoid of the life conveyed in the average field guide. Ornithologists, it turns out, are both preservationists and murderers, learning how to scoop out a bird's innards and keep the feathers on. But as a bird skin, if properly prepared, can serve as a reference into the next century and beyond. Like this drawer full of cardinals: juveniles, males, females, specimens with winter plumage, summer plumage, and every variety within the varieties.”
― Virginia Hartman, The Marsh Queen