World Series Game 3

Rather unexpectedly, I was given two tickets to Game 3 of the World Series. Darren let Christian have his ticket...what a gift the memories are going to be for Christian.

I didn't tell Christian where we were going.  I even made him cover his eyes for most of the drive to the stadium. On the way over, he asked "are we going to Busch Stadium?".  He talked himself out of that saying "why would we go there since we don't have tickets After we parked I gave him the tickets. Pure excitement. He was so thrilled to be there. 

You can't go to Busch and not say hello to Stan the Man. 

We were early enough to spend time watching batting practice. We caught the Cardinals just as they were leaving the field, but were able to watch the full Red Sox batting practice.  Christian decided that their pitcher was tossing them easy balls so they could show off with big hits.

Always reading, Christian checked out the program.

As the pregame started, out came the Clydesdales.

Lots of red.

This kid sat in his seat, glued to the game. At home he watches the games right up by the television, on the edge of his seat, focused.  He watched the game last night much like that.  Not a single bathroom break, not a single "when can we leave?", nothing.  This morning I told him that if he could sit through four hours of a baseball game like that, an hour at church should be a breeze.

Let the game begin!

In the top of the sixth, Christian decided it was time for a nap. 

He slept through the seventh inning. That catnap gave him the energy he needed to stand and cheer the rest of the game, right down to the final crazy run. 

And best of all,

Cards win!

The end of the game was so wild...everyone in the stadium was on their feet jumping and screaming, and for a moment, no one seemed to know what had happened--except that the Cardinals won.  As people filed out, lots of folks were stopped at the tv's out in the concourse trying to grasp the obstruction call.

On the way home, we listened to the KMOX post-game report.  Christian was so quiet listening that I thought he'd fallen asleep.  Nope, he was paying attention.  This morning, when Connor asked about the game, Christian said "It was the best game ever!" He went on to explain the last pay, almost word for word what he'd heard Mike Shannon explain last night.  Smart kid.  All morning he's been reading the paper and listening to ESPN recap the game, beaming.