In a tight battle, the Cardinals prevailed 9-7
A tempestuous twilight descended upon Busch Stadium, the air thick with the humid soup of desperation of a St. Louis summer night. These Cardinals, those most ragged birds of fortune, they faced down the San Diego Padres, the sun-drenched nomads of southern California, and the sheer and blatant absurdity of it all nearly rattled the stadium lights right off their hinges. The Cardinals won 9-7, capped off by a solo Ivan Herrera home run.
Old Man Darvish, the Padres’ ace, started strong, dealing out two runs in the first, leaving the Redbirds to wonder if they’d swallowed a dead pigeon. But then, a primal roar erupts! Young Donovan, the Cardinal’s hitting barn top hitter, swung like a madman, his bat a bludgeon against the dying twilight, sending a three-run bomb screaming into the night, 385 feet of pure, tone setting offense.
And just as the last vestige of reason vanished, the game erupted into a glorious, chaotic fireworks display! The Cardinals unleashed a seven-run second inning, the stadium vibrating with the pure, untamed joy of a fanbase rewarded with good baseball.
But it wasn’t a tidy affair, not for a moment. Gray, the Cardinals’ pitcher, resembled a drunken master, giving up seven runs on eleven hits. It was a battle for the moment, a fight for the very fabric of reality, and in the end, the Cardinals clung to a 9-7 victory!