Part 5: Well, that’s fine, but the Cardinals are to you what Eric Church is to me.

I don’t even know where to start. So, let’s start from the beginning. We got to the arena a couple of hours early. The Cardinals were playing the Cubs, and that stadium almost 50,000* people. Graduations were going on downtown, and the Scottrade Center holds almost 20,000 people.

Like I told my Mom, there are 70,000 people within a mile or two of each other.

We wanted to go early to get a parking spot.

We parked easily, then went and stood in line for a while. The guy beside us, decked out with a wicked sunburn alongside his daughter, told us that the Cards won that afternoon. (Cubs had won the night before.)

He gave us a breakdown: The Cubs are usually better. It’s nice to get a win when we can, he said.

His daughter said it wasn’t pretty, but that it was a good game.

There’s one thing you need to know about Saint Louis: They really, really like baseball. They're really serious about it, too. And if you inadvertently cut in line when you're buying tickets to the game, you will get your backside handed to you for that mistake.

As you absolutely should. (Don't ask me how I know that.)

The game started at 3 p.m., and we were standing in line for EC around 6 or 6:30 p.m.

I asked the guy and his daughter what would have happened if the game ran late. What if it lasted 18 innings? Which would they pick, Eric Church or the Cards?

His daughter, a college student, looked at me like I was the stupidest person on Planet Earth. 

Which would she pick? Her exact quote: “THE CARDINALS.”

Well, that’s fine, but the Cardinals are to you what Eric Church is to me. I did not say that to her. She had a badass tattoo on her leg, and she probably would have beat me up or something.

*Game attendance was 47,925 people. 

Beauty.

How beautiful that blue looks

(This has written a while ago and has been sitting in my blogosphere since. It's about time I publish it.)

I can't say that I'm a baseball fan. I'm not, and I'm not going to pretend to be.

But something special is happening in Kansas. For the first time since 1985 (the year I was born) the Kansas City Royals are in the World Series.

I was watching the Denver Broncos game tonight (this is related, I promise) and Peyton Manning just made his 509th touchdown pass, which surpasses Brett Favre's record.

The announcer said something about this, and I wish I would have written the quote down. He said it's a special time to be a Broncos fan and that people are going to remember this moment for a very long time.

I thought about the Royals when I heard that. Walking around Kansas City, all you see is people in Royals gear. I bought a Kansas City Star, and I have to say, I'm pretty proud of my little fly-over state.

Plus, The Star had some amazing photography, breath-taking layout, and I have to say, that Royal blue looks pretty damn good in print.

I've been to Kansas City a handful of times over the past few years. I never really had a reason to visit before, and instead of going east I always went west instead to Denver.

But, I'll give Kansas City some love. It's a pretty cool place.

Did I mention how beautiful that blue looks in print?

Overheard in my casa

Don't you read Yahoo News?
No. Who reads Yahoo News?
What do you read, Fox News?
Do I look like a person who reads Fox News?

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From a couple weeks ago:
It'd be cool if the Royals played the Cardinals in the World Series.
That's what happened last time. You don't remember that?
No. I was six months old.

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Please don't eat my scarf.
(Baby niece eats said scarf, then makes a really sour face because yarn doesn't taste good.)
Well, I told you not to eat it.

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Please don't eat my toes.

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You may not eat my finger. I need that.

(Oh, babies.)