Background: I was in St. Louis camp a few weeks ago, looking for Lance Berkman, looking for Trever Miller. A lot of spring training time is spent waiting … waiting … waiting. So there I was, waiting at the door, when I overheard No. 92 tell someone he’s from near Dallas. “Oh, I spent a lot of time there. Great city,” I said.
“Why were you there?” he responded.
I mentioned that I’d written a book about the Cowboys. “Which one?” he asked.
I told him. “No kidding!” he said. “Man, I love that book.”
We probably spent the next half hour talking, and Matt Carpenter was a delight. Eager. Enthusiastic. Poised. Determined. Just an all-around nice guy honored to be in camp. It was refreshing and cool, and I decided right then and there that I’d write about him. Too often, we (I) ignore the most worthy. This guy was worthy.
Anyhow, wrote the column yesterday, under the asusmption that Carpenter was about to make the Opening Day roster. Touched it up last night—glub. He was reassigned.
Stuck with it.