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The lines weren’t straight. Some were written backwards. Some needed rewriting. But each line carried a genuine sense of regret:

“Thank you for not hurting me. I liked you playing football. I liked it when you smiled. I hope you come back.”

At the end of the letter, she drew a football field, some stick figures, and a red heart. Next to it was the words: “St. Louis loves you.”

Adults talk about contracts. About rebuilding. About strategy. Children don’t. Children only say what they feel.

And that letter—shared by his family with a few close friends, then spreading—touched the deepest feelings of Cardinals fans: Nolan Arenado left behind more than just statistics. He left behind memories.

One fan wrote: “We can argue about anything, but if a child writes a letter asking you to stay, you’ve done something right.”

During his time in St. Louis, Arenado wasn’t always perfect. There were periods of decline. There were games where he was booed. But he never turned his back on the fans.

The little girl’s letter inadvertently became the most powerful reminder: what a player leaves behind isn’t sometimes on the scoreboard, but in someone’s heart.

Arenado’s wife once said: “Thank you for being tolerant of my husband’s mistakes.” Now, this letter shows that St. Louis is not just tolerant—but also loving.

 

No one knows if Nolan Arenado ever read that letter. But in St. Louis, it’s believed he felt it. Because things like this don’t need formal announcements. They spread through emotion.

The little girl didn’t write: “You’re the best player.”

She wrote: “I miss you.”

That’s the difference between a star and an icon.

If one day Nolan Arenado returns to Busch Stadium—in any jersey—it’s believed a family will stand up and applaud sooner than anyone else. And perhaps, somewhere in the stands, a little girl, slightly older, will still call him by his old name:

“Uncle Nolan.”

There are irreversible farewells. But there are connections that never fade.

And sometimes, what holds a legend back
 is just a small handwritten letter, written with the genuine longing of a child.

 

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