Of all the legends in Cardinal history I’ve been lucky enough to see over the years, Lou Brock was the easiest to overlook. Not because he wasn’t great, but because he was the quiet, unassuming one.
The clubs of my youth had Ozzie Smith, himself very soft spoken, but his glove was undeniable. Willie McGee was my childhood favourite, speeding up as he rounded second base on his way to triple, pulling faces that no human being should be able to make. Later on we had Chris Carpenter, cursing and glaring, playing the villain to the rest of the league and thrilling the home crowd.