Since Thursday, my life has been a whirlwind. I took my third cell biology test on Thursday afternoon, and then I attended the Big Fall Event on Thursday evening after my organic lab ended at 8:15. I later went to bed around 11:30, and I had absolutely NO idea that I’d be one of the few lucky people to be at Busch Stadium watching the Cardinals win the World Series over the Texas Rangers on Friday night.
I still wander about how I was so lucky. To begin with, the Cardinals actually made it into the Post Season. (I read on Yahoo! that they only had a 0.2% chance of making it into the Post Season.) Then, the Cardinals officially made it into the World Series; my dad won a raffle and received two tickets in the Redbird Club section of Busch Stadium for Game 7. I was literally jumping up and down when we found out that my dad had won the tickets; then my mom reminded me that Game 7 was supposed to be on a Thursday night, right during the middle of my organic chemistry lab. (I’m definitely not one to skip class, even for a World Series baseball game featuring my beloved Cardinals…)
At this point, I thought my chances of going to the game were over. But then it rained on Wednesday night, moving Game 6 to Thursday and the potential Game 7 to Friday. At the Big Fall Event, we had a projection screen and projector out so that we could watch Thursday night’s Game 6. The Cards were making errors left and right. “I guess I’m not going to the game tomorrow,” I said to myself.
As I said before, I went to bed around 11:30 when I got home. The next morning, I was shocked to find a Post-It note from my dad on my bathroom mirror proclaiming that David Freese had won Game 6 for the Cardinals. I was going to Game 7!!!
I wore my Anaheim Angels hat to the game. This surprised a lot of people, but I wore it for a reason. Last year, my family went to California, and I got the hat free at an Angels game. I wore it to the three Cards games this season (one of which was against the Cubs, and one of which was against the Brewers in the NLCS). The Cardinals won every time I wore that hat, so my dad and I thought that a little “divine intervention” may help us out.
Everything about Game 7 – from Chris Daughtry singing the National Anthem to the fifth inning when the Cardinals picked up two runs from walks alone to the fireworks and cheering at the end – was absolutely amazing. This was truly an experience that I’ll never forget. I still can’t believe that I was actually there.
Until Opening Day 2012 – Peace, Love, and Rally Squirrels.