Sheesh. I get back from a long weekend, and haven’t had a break since.
I’ll say it again. It’s a good thing I love my job ’cause I sure spend a whole lot of time doing it.
Now that I have a moment, I gotta share the rest of the story. If only to relive it myself.
After an awesome day of visiting Link and his friends, we drove down to Cincinnati to watch the Cardinals play against the Reds. It was a gorgeous day – sunny, mid 70s – absolutely beautiful. Before entering the stadium, we walked down to the river to take in the sights. St. Louis would do good to visit Cincinnati. Their riverfront is fabulous!
When we were ready, we headed to the stadium gates.
“Uh oh,” the guy replied once he scanned our tickets. My heart dropped. I thought for sure someone had printed our tickets and already used them
“These are for yesterday’s game.”
Yesterday? But we were coming today! How could I have bought them for yesterday?!
He advised us to go to the ticket window and plead our case. He mentioned they would be able to see they weren’t used yesterday and maybe they would honor them for today.
Hopeful, we headed to the ticket window. “Do you know how many people try to say they didn’t come to the game?” she started out.
“Yes,” I replied meekly. “But we really didn’t. And we came all the way from St. Louis. And can’t you just check and see that we really didn’t use them?” I quickly rambled.
Ten minutes later she returned, with a smile on her face, tickets in her hand, and a warning to be more careful the next time I purchase tickets.
“Yes ma’am!” I felt like skipping to the gates.
From then on, it was an absolute perfect day. We had terrific seats, and we were there early enough for us to walk down to the field and watch our catcher and pitcher warm up.
I coulda taken the guy in red, but I restrained myself from running onto the field.
I took lotsa pics and shouted encouragement and giddily walked back to our seats after a nod from the pitcher.
It was fun cheering in a section filled with mostly Reds fans. At one point, a loud enough guy started chanting, “Let’s go Cardinals, Let’s go!” And we would all clap. I was surprised how many Cards fans were in the stadium, and we continued until a Reds fan yelled, “You know you’re in OUR stadium!”.
Yep. But we were winning. And we witnessed some great plays. And even had a few homerun balls hit in our direction. I wish now that I’da dove for one that landed in our section. It woulda been worth some broken bones or scratched up knees and elbows. Or both.
I didn’t want the day to end. We walked around downtown Cincinnati after our win, proudly sporting our Cardinals gear. We walked the bridge, had drinks on the patio of a bar, and listened to some good jazz music.
Hard to believe that was a whole week ago. It’ll certainly go down as one of my favorite weekends in a long time.