End of an era

As the last of the fireworks exploded, and my family and I walked out of Busch Stadium yesterday, I couldn't help but feel like I was losing a part of myself.  Professional baseball stadiums shouldn't rank very high on the list of significant losses in our lives.  I understand that.  Still, many of the most exciting moments of my life are kept in a ballpark that will be torn down a few days after the Cardinals finish their season this year.  These include: watching Vince Coleman stealing bases at will, Ozzie Smith doing a back flip each opening day.  Jim Edmonds robbing an opponent of an extra-base hit with a spectacular catch, standing in awe as Mark McGwire hit a 565 ft. home run, and recently cheering wildly as David Eckstein hit a grand slam to win the game.  The list could go on and on.

 

Being able to attend the last regular-season game at Busch Stadium was a thrill.  Thanks again to my wife, Erin, for those tickets.  In my life, Busch Stadium went from being an imposing home of heroes, to a comfortable place where men played baseball at the highest level.  I am looking forward going to games in the new stadium, though.  I'm sure it will be great.  Who knows?  Maybe we'll even have a new World Championship flag to fly there.  For now... good-bye Busch Stadium.  Thanks for everything.

 

-Go Cards!