ANAHEIM, Calif. It would be easier if it weren't so red.
It would be easier if I couldn't squint my eyes and blur out the Angels logo, leaving in focus only the fabric patch to its left, surrounded by what looks to be Cardinal red.
It's a Stan Musial patch -- No. 6, with the signature across the middle, the one that's been plastered all over St. Louis since the Man's January death. It's 4 p.m. in the Angels dugout, and the humidity suffocates, as if we're in St. Louis. The media flocks around Albert Pujols as if we're in St. Louis, as if it's 2011, as if that Angels logo doesn't exist.
But it exists.
You can only squint for so long before the pullover becomes incongruous, the logo of one team, the patch that's the heart and soul of another. Growing up in St. Louis, raised to believe that this team, and eventually this man, was the apex of sports it can only blind me for so long. Pujols keeps saying that this would be different, harder, if it were in St. Louis. That's true ha...