Tag Archives: 2011

Amazing Cardinals Tribute Video

23 Jan

If you ever played ball with your dad in the yard. If your grandpa ever turned you around at the plate and forced you to hit with your non-dominant hand. If you’ve ever dreamed a dream that is so beyond your wildest grasp of reality. If you’ve ever been the unexpected, accidental hero and felt so wildly blessed because of it…

“What would you have said if someone would have told you you were going to be the World Series MVP?”
“No chance.”

Phillipians 4:13


The World Series: In Poem

19 Oct

Written By: Joey Rathert

Twas the night before the World Series, and throughout Cardinal Nation, fans dreamt of ball bats and standing ovations.
Jerseys were hung in the lockers with care. The year’s Fall Classic, soon, would be there.

Nyjer Morgan was restless and rolling in bed, grudgingly eating the words he had said.
Carp slept in cleats, and Freese in his cap, while some players struggled even to nap.

The Phils had the pitching, The Brewers, the batters, but as of that night, none of that mattered.
The Redbirds gave them a run for their cash, And took them each out like a week’s worth of trash.

Fans felt some guilt, for two months ago, they took their towels and gave them a throw.
“The Cardinals are finished and I have great fear; we may have squandered Albert’s last year.

But the Players not once believed they’d been licked. They made up some ground and made it up quick.
With heart and resilience the great comeback came. The season hinged on its very last game.

So Albert, and Lance, Allen and Jay, and all of the Cards (except Holliday),
Delivered a win in game 162, then waited to see what Atlanta would do.

Their collapse was completed on that very same night. While booze filled the air, Redbirds cheered, “Happy flight!”
Most fans regret their early surrender, but this is a lesson they’d surely remember.

One test remained; a club called the Rangers. To World Series baseball, they were no strangers.
Nor were the Redbirds, with history so great. Last rings in ’06, not 1908.

So with hearts full of hope Cards Nation slumbered. Hopes to reach four, the new Magic Number.
Twas a perfect year to get number 11, and bring home the trophy to MLB Heaven.


Schumacher Scramble 2011

15 Jun

There is a phrase often said, “cut from the same cloth.” This phrase is generally used to describe two or more separate beings that act very similarly to one another.

Every year, the Schumacher family descends on a very gracious golf course to take each fairway, green, and beer can in full stride. Leading up to this great annual event, emails are exchanged full of smack talk, bragging, playful insulting, and lofty claims for what’s in store for this year’s scramble. The witty words are welcomed with humor and returned with haste. It must be mid-June once again.

This year’s scramble was not much unlike many of the other scrambles that proceeded it. Steve, or one of Junior’s Boys as I often refer to them (I’m working on it!), sent out a pre-scramble trash-talking email that wasted not one word in glorious boast (the best kind!). Myron, the Shu Scramble Commissioner, stacked his team to win (or so he thought!). Little did he know how consistent I would be off the tee…hitting each ball I addressed at a precise 45 degree angle and about 50 ft. away (my irons weren’t terrible!). Donna, the only woman on her team, carried the men, at their own admission. Debbie and Jim hit a ball from in the water, vowing against taking any penalty strokes, and subsequently winning the whole scramble…by one stroke. Carnac appeared and he was moderately funny. (Answer: Catch 22  –  Question: What does Colby Rasmus do with 100 fly balls.) Chicken was eaten. Beers were drunk. The pool was open. And life was good.

I say cut from the same cloth because for such a large group of people who get together, at most, twice a year, we are all one in the same. We love to laugh. We love to love. The seven Schumacher children that originated in Alhambra, IL clearly grew up knowing the good life. And that good life didn’t require any amount of money, but an over abundance of faith, family, and friends. And all of those who have joined the Schumacher family for generations patch right in to that cloth without missing a beat. This is my family, and these are the people who I love.

What a blessing.


Getting ready to scramble.


Dad and Jarrod - Waiting for Donna to get to work.


Jason and Joey


Pre-game hotdogs and beer.


Nigel, Laura, and Mike


Nigel, Nathan, and Myron


Carnac the Magnificant puts on a show.


Cousin Lee, Karen, and Mom (Hi Karen!)

It’s Draft Day!

28 Apr



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