Last August, when its exhibits had yet to encompass any painful memories-to-be from the forthcoming October, Stephanie and I visited the St. Louis Cardinals Hall of Fame [1] which has the decency to share space with the St. Louis Browns and the St. Louis Stars as well as share admission with the International Bowling Museum & Hall of Fame [2] (rolled my first frames in 19 years — and it showed). All right attraction as these things [3] go (better than ours [4], ahem [5]), except for the Cardinal MVP display. One of the players [6] pictured looked all wrong. Like Frank Cashen 23 years earlier, I did what I could to spruce him up.