Dear John Letter

Dear Cardinals,

You know I love you. I try to go to your games and spend as much money as I can each and every time. I flew home from Chicago for the opening day game that never was. I bought great tickets for Cubs game at home for Brad's 30th birthday. I loved my seats for the Cubs Cards series at Wrigley. I know you won on that Saturday just for me. I listened to you every Sunday on the Mayflower, watched you most every weekday night and loved when you had day games (yeah for 2 hour lunches). You made our girls day out to the Cards game awesome as usual, even though you lost.

I wore my cardinal beads, shirts and jersey's with pride. However, I think we both know it's time for a change. The same excitement just isn't there anymore. I'll never forget being there when you won the World Series in 2006. I have never been as proud of you as I was then.

Not to say that come next April we can't try this again. I just know that our hearts aren't in it right now. Maybe things will change, maybe you will come back. But I can't go on "hoping" that you make the wild card. I must move on.

I think we need to take a break. I've found someone else. They are called the Rams. They play football. I know.... they will probably disappoint me too, but I have to give them a chance. I need to see where this can go.

I'll still be there for you, but I just can't give you all the support and attention I have the past 5 months. I'm sorry. It's me not you.

My Sunday's will now be spent in front of the tv for hours watching football. I'm going to put away my Ozzie, Albert, and un-named white jersey in just a few weeks and replace you with Bulger. Hate the player, not the game.

I'm sorry. Just know I'll always love you. I'm sorry.