Sorry folks, I pressed publish instead of update. Normally, I’m pretty good about that sort of thing. I’ll just save today’s post for tomorrow.
Not in my house
You might catch me on the road
But not in my house
It won’t happen, oh no
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
The main reason for Rey’s coming to Saint Louis, other than to see us was to see today’s football game. The Rams hosted the Seahawks and Rey is from Seattle. Free football tickets were also the reason that David came to Saint Louis. Dave had been in Chicago on Saturday, watching the US Women’s Soccer team beat up on the lowly Guatemalans. I mean they were short; every US player had a full head of height over the visitors. I think that the final score was 5-0, but the worst of it was that the Guatemalan team never even got a shot on goal. I think that many of the pundit class were expecting a similar route in today’s game. I certainly was. Here you had last year’s Super bowl winning Seahawks versus the lowly Rams, with a record this year of only 1-4 going into this game, but Saint Louis pulled a fast one.
Rey drove us downtown this morning, so that he could get a jump on his long drive back to Tennessee tonight. We had brunch at Rooster, the same place that Anne treated me at for Father’s Day earlier this year. We figured if we got downtown early enough, we would beat the football rush there. What we didn’t figure on was the additional hubbub from this morning’s Rock ‘n’ Roll marathon. Downtown Saint Louis was hopping this Sunday morning. Rooster is a crepes place and is part of the Bailey family of restaurants, which is sort of a local ‘chain’ except that almost every restaurant is different.
The Rams were passing out Robert Quinn (#94) bobble-head dolls at the gate. The game started surprisingly well for Saint Louis, who was up 21-6 at the half. Seattle kept coming back and the final score was very close, 28-26. The Rams pulled a couple of trick plays, both of which worked well. A fake punt gave Saint Louis the first down that it needed to run out the clock and put the game away. Even more unusual though was the first half’s fake punt return. Seattle kicked the punt and the Rams punt returner and his blockers moved to the left-hand side of the field to catch it. Almost of the Seahawks moved to that side too, to block the return. The only problem was that the ball had been kicked to the right-hand side of the field. A Rams receiver dropped back from the line to catch the punt and then ran it back for the touchdown. The only Seahawks player that wasn’t fooled was the kicker, because he was watching to see where the ball was going. It was a good game. Not quite a Cardinal’s pennant winning game six, but a suitable substitute under the circumstances.
Rey arrived in town on Thursday night and we all trooped out to a sports bar to watch the Cardinals lose and be eliminated by the Giants. I guess, I’ll just have to root for the Royals now in the World Series. Friday morning, I went to work, while Anne and Rey journeyed across the river to see Cahokia Mounds. They picked the perfect day to be outside on. Friday night, I actually cooked and it turned out pretty good, if I do say so myself. I made a chicken stew.
Today, Anne and I went bicycling in Forest Park, while Rey worked on his take home exam. Rey is a graduate student now at the University of Tennessee. He is going for a master in library science. Anne and I kept getting separated on our bike ride. The first time was due to conflicting opinions about how to navigate around the ongoing road repair work on Wydown. We eventually rejoined in the park at Wydown. The second time we got lost was in Kennedy Forest. I got ahead of her and although I thought we both knew where we were both going, I was mistaken. Anne eventually called me and we arranged a rendezvous.
After we got back, we took Rey out to lunch at Blueberry Hill. It was crowded and we had to wait for a table, but fortune smiled upon us and we got the best table in the house, the one with an inlaid Scrabble board. The waitress brought the pieces and we all had a go at it. Anne and Rey have been playing Scrabble with each other seemingly every waking hour, but this one game will be enough for me. The photo with this post is from one of Joe Edward’s many display cases of pop culture memorabilia at Blueberry Hill.
After lunch Rey wanted to visit Bellefontaine Cemetery. This is one of the older cemeteries in town. It is chock full of famous dead people, like William Clark of Lewis and Clark fame. Rey wanted to see the grave of one Christ von der Ahe, who is famous in baseball circles. He was an early baseball team owner in Saint Louis. He is credited for introducing beer and hot dogs to baseball and for popularizing the game among the working classes. Before him, baseball was an elitist game more along the lines of cricket. As interesting at that sounded, I wasn’t up for going to a cemetery, so Anne and Rey went by themselves. This decision turned out well, because Dave showed up before they got back home. Anne and Rey almost got locked in at the cemetery tonight.
Rey, the scion of the best fan in baseball, arrived in town tonight to cheer on the Cards and in a few minutes we’ll be journeying to a sports bar to see if the Saint Louis Cardinals can pull a win out of their hat tonight or out of some other orifice. We used to be too poor to afford cable TV, now I’m just too cheap, hence the sports bar. The Redbirds are now down 3-1 to the San Francisco Giants in this pennant wining best of seven series. If the Cards don’t win tonight they are eliminated. This would be a catastrophe of biblical proportions. I can’t understate the disaster that this would be.
First off, being eliminated tonight would mean that there would be no game six on Saturday. I have tickets for game six, but it is not just about me. The Kansas City Royals have clinched their spot in the World Series, which means that Missouri’s magic number for an all state championship is only three. Between the two Missouri baseball teams, we have already successfully eliminated three out of the four California teams that were in the playoffs this year. Finally, if the Redbirds lose I will never hear the end of it from my two Giant loving brothers, one of whom persists in using an Arizona Cardinals logo to represent the Saint Louis Cardinals.
It is now down to the Cards to win tonight and make it home again and on to Saturday. A win on Saturday, while I’m watching them from inside Busch Stadium would be the next step and then clinching game seven like they’ve done before would be a grand finale. It is possible. Miracles do still occur. You just have to believe. Today’s photo is the box cover of the Lego Cardinals set that I got Dave for his birthday this week. He seemed to like it, but what Dave would really like for his birthday is a Cardinal victory tonight, because then he too will be at the game on Saturday with us.
I have been monitoring the steady drumbeat of news concerning the developing Ebola epidemic. It first started with reports from faraway West Africa. Tales full of people dying from one of the most horrible diseases imaginable. Family members contracting the illness after caring for their dying love ones and doctors and nurses also being infected and killed by the score. These were gruesome stories, but also stories that were also distant and removed. These were stories about places that I’ve never been to and about people who I’ve never met. Day-to-day concerns and problems closer to home always seemed to crowd out any concerns that I might have had about Ebola.
Then Ebola jumped the ocean. It first crossed the Atlantic in the form of an American doctor who had been treating Ebola patients in Africa and had himself become infected. He was flown home for treatment and eventually recovered, all without spreading the disease to anyone else. Ebola’s next crossing landed in Dallas, where an infected African man sought treatment at a hospital, but eventually died, but this time not before spreading the illness to another person. A nurse who had been treating the man contracted the disease. Today, I learned that a second nurse from that hospital has also caught Ebola.
This second nurse had been visiting loved ones in Cleveland, helping to plan a wedding. With a fever, she flew back to Dallas on Monday night. This afternoon, I was in a meeting with two engineers, both of whom had landed at DFW at 8 PM on Monday, when the nurse’s plane had also landed. They had both received an email alerting them to this situation. Now, DFW is a huge airport, comprising four full terminals. The nurse was on a different flight and a different airline than my coworkers. So, the likelihood that either of them could have contracted Ebola from her is extremely unlikely, even if they were in the same airport at the same time. In our meeting today, I never came into close proximity to either of the other guys. Still, there is one thing that I did catch from them and that is fear. When I came home tonight, I told Anne all of this, but still she kissed me, until death do us part, that’s love, that’s life.
A bit of a mystery has developed here in Saint Louis. It revolves around the pictured Cardinal’s cake. This year Saint Louis is celebrating its 250th anniversary. In honor of this celebration 250 birthday cakes have been distributed around town. The mystery involving this cake has to do with its disappearance. It disappeared sometime in late August and has not been seen since and the Cardinals are not commenting on it. Rumors are swirling about it. It is thought that the Cardinals are having some sort of dispute with the cake’s artist and the cake is in storage in some undisclosed location. Maybe it is the same place that Dick Cheney used to inhabit. Needless to say many cake fans are distressed about this situation. I was fortunate enough to get to see the cake and also get a picture of it before it disappeared.