When I reach back in the file and pull out my earliest memory I always go back to my fourth birthday and very first ballgame riding into old Busch Stadium on my fathers shoulders in absolute aw and amazement. Til this day, I can still hear the roar of the crowd, the smell of beer and hot dogs and the sound of Albert Pujols’ bat smacking a ball over 400 feet against the LA Dodgers. Even though time has past and the names on the back of jerseys have changed, I still til this day walk into Busch Stadium with the same emotions as I did the very first time I saw the field that holds some of the worlds best athletes.
As I have gotten to the age of 18, I’ve all but realized my dream of getting paid a 100 million dollars to throw a ball is all but gone by the way-side as no college offered me to even be the foul ball boy. So now my interests now reside in watching someone else do it as much as I can. During the summer is when I try to sneak away from everyday life which for me is going to work from sun up to sun down. This past summer, I went to my fair share of cardinals games going places stemming from Milwaukee, Kansas City, Minnesota, and of course St. Louis and Wrigley. With each stadium I’ve come to learn a few things. For example, if you show up to Wrigley with a Cardinals sticker on the back window, it will most likely be scratched or pulled off. Along with in Milwaukee, buy cheap seats and just move up a few rows because hardly anyone goes to the games anyway.
With each game I go to, it’s like that first time rush of excitement all comes back from my four year old self and really, there is no other place I’d rather be than at the Ballpark.
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