“The more I’ve learned about baseball, the more my affection and respect for this beautiful game has grown.” ~ Tony La Russa
It happens each year, whether we’re* ten games back or ten in front: come the end of August and the beginning of September, my love of baseball kicks into overdrive. Pennant races aside, it’s the creeping knowledge that the season is ending soon! and my chances to spend an afternoon or evening at the park (geniuses coined the catchphrase “This is Baseball Heaven” when the new Busch opened) are dwindling.
And so, with a frenzy of a junkie looking for her next fix, I go to as many games as I can in these precious few last weeks of the season.
Thank you, StubHub for a) existing and b) offering fair-weather fans the chance to sell their tickets for the rest of the season for as low as $0.69. Yes, you read that right: I can buy tickets for less than a dollar.
Christmas in August, this is. Sure, it’d be nice to at least be a little further up in the wild card, but I don’t care. This might be my last season to see any of these guys in a Cardinals uniform. This might be my last season to love/hate La Russa. Hell, his might be my last season period, as I have a tendency to run out into traffic.
I am not exaggerating when I say that If I could just not go to work for the next four weeks and just go to every home game, I’d be completely and totally okay with that.
So if you’re reading this, are within a days’ drive and want to go to a game LET ME KNOW AND I WILL GET US TICKETS. MY TREAT.**
God bless baseball.
**You, however, are responsible for your own $8 beer.