Ended up getting tickets for the game today. Boss gave them to me and some coworkers joined.
I should have known the Cards were going to lose: Gunz came. As we left the game, he reminded me that he is 2-12 in his last 14 Cards games, one of which at Wrigley. (I may hate the place as a building and the fans and the bathrooms and the seats, but I’ll still see a game there. It’s a national landmark! And it’s good to make fun of Cubs fans after they lose. You’d think they’d be used to it by now. I digress.)
We made our way downtown and, when our sources advised that it was going to rain before the game started, we decided to get some grub. We ended up at An American Place, on Washington and 9th. Nice place, but too much like a hotel lobby. A very nice, hotel lobby. In fact, it was the hotel lobby. The place we thought was the restaurant was actually the lounge, and the restaurant was really part of the lobby. The food was good, a bit pricy, but that’s okay, we were entertaining coworkers so it was free. Good times. Everything was good, but I would stay away from the chocolate cake, unless you want a piece the size of a KitKat bar. For $8, there should have been a big slice of cake with a pint of ice cream on the side, not a spoon roll.
We made our way to the game around the 2nd inning, Cincy up 2-zip already. Never a good sign, but hey, it’s still early. Score stays the same until Griffey homered. After I found out that Griffey moved into 10th all-time, I was mad that the Cardinals didn’t make a bigger deal about it. He deserves the recognition. He’s earned it the real way, suffering through serious injuries and still being one of the better players. He used to be the best. But you can still trust that he’s clean: he’s still as skinny as ever. And his hammy is probably about to explode again.
After Encarnacion hit the three-run homer – his second of the night – the game was over. We kept ourselves entertained by wanting to flick rubber bands at someone’s nasty bare feet hanging over our head. Seriously, the bottoms of their feet are yellow! Really gross, but we couldn’t stop laughing. Got to love Cards fans: they sure make themselves at home.
the other two guys are European, so we spent some time explaining the game to them. They tuned us out pretty quickly. The beer was wearing off apparently.
Anyway, Cards lost, Gunz and I can never go to games together again because his bad karma trumps my good karma, I found a garage cheaper than Macy’s ($3 instead of $5, which is still a bargain for being a long block from the stadium), and us fans are left to place our bets on which star will carry this team until the rest of them wake up and smell the freshly cut grass.
The rain may buy us a day before we roll the wheel.