Talk about the luck of the Irish!
For baseball fans there's nothing like the thrill of being inside the stadium during a World Series game.
My one and only inside-the-stadium World Series experience was in 1964 when my sister Kathleen and I went to Game 7 and watched Bob Gibson and the St. Louis Cardinals defeat the New York Yankees. Our parents were huge Cardinal fans, but we still were surprised when they let us skip a day of high school to go to the game.
The night before, Kathleen and I bundled up in blankets, along with some of her friends, to spend the night on Dodier Street outside Sportsman Park. On that chilly evening, we took turns running to the YMCA on Grand Avenue to warm up and use the bathroom.
Our efforts were rewarded when we bought $2 tickets to sit in the bleachers. In fact, we were able to buy two tickets each. We then sold our extra tickets for $5 a piece to a friend of my sister's, who undoubtedly resold those tickets for even more. But our combined $10 covered the cost of our admission with enough left over to buy snacks during the game.
Anyway, my niece is traveling to Massachusetts today to visit her good friend
and former college roommate, who is married to a player on the New
England Patriots football team, who also is from St. Louis and a Cardinal fan. I'm not sure how she scored her ticket for tonight's game, but you can bet it cost a lot more than $2.
So, if you see a dark-haired, gray-eyed beauty sporting a St.
Louis Cardinals cap in a sea of Boston Red Sox fans, be sure to wave.
No doubt she will return home with lots of special memories of her own after watching the Cardinals win (I hope) a World Series game.
