I just landed in hot and sticky Tampa after spending four days and five nights in hot and sticky St. Louis. It was a good trip. I managed to do just about everything I wanted. Want me to tell you about it? I won’t wait for your response.
I just landed in hot and sticky Tampa after spending four days and five nights in hot and sticky St. Louis. It was a good trip. I managed to do just about everything I wanted. Want me to tell you about it? I won’t wait for your response.
I had to see one last game in Busch Stadium. And I lucked out because I got to see the Cardinals come back from a four run deficit by scoring five runs in the ninth, Friday night. I exploded when this happened. I mean, I think a few pieces of me are still somewhere on Stadium Plaza. Also, I learned that I have no connections in St. Louis anymore. This is an insanely difficult year to get tickets because it’s Busch Stadium’s last year (all the bleacher tickets for the rest of the season are already sold and I thought you had to buy those day of, but apparently management decided that anyone who wants to camp out just to see a game can go fuck themselves). So, who got me four free tickets behind home plate? You didn’t guess it. My Mom. My Mom is officially more connected than I am in St. Louis. I am now totally useless in that town. Anyway, check off the Cardinal game.
I ate some Lion’s Choice with my sister about fifteen minutes after landing. While we were waiting for her food to come out, I started eating my sandwiches right there at the counter. Au Jus sauce and all. The woman behind the counter didn’t really comment on this, which surprised me. She probably thought I was deranged or something. So check off the roast beef.
I wanted to meet Points in Case columnist, Mike Forest (who just moved to St. Louis). We went to a couple of strip clubs, which I also wanted to do. So there’s two checks. (Some side notes: Diamond’s Cabaret is now called The Penthouse. They did a little remodeling, but otherwise it seemed like the same place; Mike Forest seemed mentally balanced. I know you’re shocked. Also, he’s an excellent driver. I’m not going anywhere with that but I figured I’d throw it up, you know, for the record. And in case any of you loyal PIC readers were wondering, the story about how Forest got his nickname really isn’t interesting.)
I chowed some great homemade grub, celebrated my niece’s birthday and met my new nephew. Check, check and check.
Some shout outs:
I want to thank Nicky, Dino, Scott, Dave, Johnny, Jon and Lloyd for making sure my dad never lives down the fact that he missed one helluva baseball game and a chance to go for free with his son to said game because he felt the weather to be, “too hot.” You're getting old, Pop.
Thanks to all of my family and friends for their hospitality. You all make that place worth going to.
And finally, thanks to the St. Louis Cardinals and my mom for giving me one last great Busch Stadium experience. To borrow from the late, great Chris Farley, that was awesome.