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ST. LOUIS -- This is what dominance looks like. Albert Pujols, sprawled on the ground, whizzing a ball toward first base while on his back, throwing out Placido Polanco, with assistance from pitcher Jeff Weaver's size 13 cleats.
Pujols makes a circus out while Detroit Tigers pitchers cannot make a throw to third base without it sailing over the Gateway Arch.
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Eckstein spoke of redemption and passion and a lack of respect his club had received from the media and others. The way he played, earning series MVP honors, whatever he uses as motivation is just fine.
"We had a very quiet confidence," he said in the Cardinals clubhouse. "We were supposed to lose this game. I can't speak for everybody on this team, but I was pretty motivated by people saying we didn't have a chance."
That is what dominance looks like, too. It is fearless and talented, ferocious and confident, capable and domineering.
In other words, the Cardinals were everything the Detroit Tigers were not.
Because the Tigers were what ineptitude looks like.
In actuality, the Cardinals did not need to be this good because the Tigers were that bad. The joke is that in this World Series, the Cardinals devised a new, sophisticated form of offense. They called it: Hit it to the Detroit pitcher.
Then hope he tries to field it.
Who needs a genius manager like Tony La Russa when you have the Tigers pitchers? They act as if anyone who skillfully fields the baseball will be forced to see Warren Sapp naked.
You've heard of Moneyball.
This was Cruddyball.
