The St. Louis Fan Hall of Fame
As if a Cardinals Chris Sabo jersey (he wore #18 with the Cardinals, #17 with the Reds) wasn't stellar enough, this renaissance man rocked some complementary Rec Specs. Oh goodness. We didn't believe this level of fandom existed until we witnessed it with our own eyes. He's our personal Sasquatch.
Yes yes, the jersey is combination of Kansas City’s “BUTLER” and St. Louis’ “PUJOLS” and describes something of the nether region. Hilarious. But seriously, the patchwork. It looks like this guy constructed this product with a Swiss Army knife and a few safety pins. The two MLB logos on the collar are a nice touch. Likewise for the courtesy tuck into the khakis.
Brett Hull and Adam Oates are synonymous in St. Louis. They go together like Busch Stadium and the Clydesdales or Fox Sports Midwest and toupees. Needless to say, when we saw a man wearing a HULL jersey and a woman wearing an OATES jersey, our heart skipped a beat. True love is possible these days, kids.
Rams fans found a rare collective sense of pride in 2011 when Marshall Faulk was inducted into the NFL Hall of Fame. Alumni that traveled to Canton, Ohio in support included Kurt Warner, Ricky Proehl, Torry Holt, Isaac Bruce, Mike Martz and Dick Vermeil. But it also included Rams fans, who were ready and willing to show their support for #28. Like, um, this woman.
Ole Rust caught our eye at the 2010 Winter Warm-up. We're guessing he's wearing #73 as an homage to his high rank in World of Warcraft. But he makes this illustrious club for shaving a design *around* his hair, as opposed to *in* it. Above and beyond, there.
Mascots scare the bejesus out of us. They’re overly animated, abrasive and rarely wear pants. That behavior outside of a fur suit will land you a night in the slammer. Nevertheless, we accept that kids love mascots. Photographs, high-fives, hugs: all acceptable. A personalized jersey: yeah, a little bizarre. But extremely unique.
Generic team jerseys exist in every baseball merchandise shop across the country. Likewise, on graphical advertisements at MLB online outlets. They exist as a call-to-action; to let fans know that personalization is an option. But we’ve never seen these jerseys in the wild. That is, before this year. We suppose the real loser here is the store-front mannequin that stood momentarily naked in some merchandise store.
Our fan hunters spotted "HOOKER" first. Truthfully, we gave her the benefit of the doubt. After all, "Hooker" could be a real last name. Then they spotted her with her friend, um, "Ho". Abuse the hallowed numbers of Stan and Ozzie? We're not sure Hooker and Ho have many limits. It was a odd scene and worthy enough for this list.
"Twelfthman"? Sure. Every NFL fan base has a hooligan that claims authoritative leadership over an entire stadium. Seems reasonable that this self-proclaimed instructor would have #12 to complement his namesake, right? Wrong. This renaissance man went with #69. Oh, and a helmet. Our staff applauds his dedication to randomness.
Man dressed as ballplayer, dressed as dog, dressed as man, dressed as Christopher Lloyd. I don't know. Your guess is as good as ours. There are so many weird things going on, if we made a list of odd things in this picture..."dog wearing baseball pants that look like a karate gi" probably wouldn't break the top five. But the look on that pooch's face is worth celebrating.
Way back in 2008, Tony La Russa was slapped with a DUI after guzzling some merlot during Spring Training. It made for interesting fodder for about two weeks, but that didn't stop this man from plunking down $200 on a personalized jersey to commemorate the event. If nothing else, that's dedication.
We've seen some pretty crazy Cardinals-themed tattoos in our storied history of fan hunting. None made us want to bench press a car quite like this one did. Man alive. Most youngsters grow up idolizing Fredbird; but not after they look at this meatsteak who is undoubtedly shirtless and intoxicated in the bleachers by the third-inning.