This is the time of year when my baseball superstitions are lifted into high gear. There’s no way I’m going to do anything that would contribute to the Cardinals facing a loss. I’ve been wearing my baseball neck ties and Cardinals jerseys over my work attire and have worn my Cardinals caps extra proudly since they won the wild card. Some might call it crazy, but as a citizen of Cardinals Nation I must contribute in anyway possible to the team’s luck.

This is the time of year when my baseball superstitions are lifted into high gear.


If the St. Louis Cardinals weren’t in the postseason, much less the World Series, I’d just casually sit back, join a bandwagon and watch the games.


But this is different, this is for the whole ball of wax, this is for all the marbles, this is for baseball glory.


With that said, there’s no way I’m going to do anything that would contribute to the Cardinals facing a loss. I’ve been wearing my baseball neck ties and Cardinals jerseys over my work attire and have worn my Cardinals caps extra proudly since they won the wild card. Some might call it crazy, but as a citizen of Cardinals Nation I must contribute in anyway possible to the team’s luck.


My superstitions were tested last Saturday and I’m proud to say I succeeded in not letting any bad luck come my way or to the Cardinals.


While hanging out at the Buffalo Wild Wings in Quincy, Ill., with my new pals from NOWAKE (a Hannibal, Mo., band) I ordered my food and accompanying that meal was a nice, cold, tall Michelob Ultra. I didn’t think I’d ever have to send a beer back to the bar, I’m just not that kind of guy, but when it came served in a glass stamped with a Miller Lite logo, I had no choice.


The Cardinals were a game away from defeating the Milwaukee Brewers for the NL Pennant and there was no way I was going to drink St. Louis beer out of a glass glazed with the logo of a beer company based in Milwaukee.


Who does that? Seriously.


Postseason baseball or not, you don’t taint an Anheuser-Busch product by putting it in a Miller Lite glass.


I threw my hands back as if I was being mugged and told the waitress to bring the beer back in a different glass. The NOWAKE band members got a such a kick out of this their faces turned red from laughing so hard, but I wasn’t kidding.


A Chicago Bears logo was also on the glass, but that didn’t really matter. The Cardinals weren’t playing the Cubs or the White Sox and I don’t care about football enough for that to even have an effect. It was mainly that red and blue Miller Lite logo staring at me.


I was also wearing my replica 1964 Cardinals World Series ring. Just like in 2011, the Cardinals had a huge comeback in ’64 and I wore it for luck and there was no way that ring was going to touch that glass.


The waitress probably pegged me for a nut considering she rolled her eyes when she went to get me a different glass, but I certainly have no problem being classified as anything if it’s all in good taste for the Cardinals.


A new, logoless glass didn’t appear to have any spit or pills dissolving in the bottom of it so I felt perfectly fine drinking my properly served brew.


Now, I’m not saying I hold the key to all of the Cardinals success, but given my strong patronage to my hometown team, it just wouldn’t have been right nor proper for me to drink my beer out of that first glass.


After all, the next night, the Cardinals beat the Brewers for the pennant. Had I drank out of that glass, I would have felt responsible if the Brewers forced a Game 7 and eventually took a World Series berth away from the Cardinals.


Luckily that didn’t happen.


Dominic Genetti writes for the Hannibal Courier-Post.