Baseball

So a couple of nights ago Anthony took me to see the Cards vs. the Dodgers at Busch Stadium. It was a lovely night to be there, but the Cardinals kind of stunk. The lone run they scored basically came from an error by one of the Angelinos, not that I now that much about baseball. I have seen a decent number of games since Anthony moved to the Lou in 2000 and I love the enthusiasm of the fans, but I know it's a lot more meaningful to Anthony than to me. Since long before I was around, when Anthony was around 7 or 8 (I still wouldn't be in the picture for another decade), his dad used to take him regularly in the summer to see the Charlotte Orioles play. They were the AA farm team of the Baltimore Orioles, so he got to see Eddie Murray and Cal Ripken, Jr. play in the minors before they went on to Hall of Fame careers in Baltimore. His dad would smoke a cigar and Anthony would eat peanuts. Sounds like it formed some pretty great memories, so it's no surprise that Anthony would be so excited, 35 years later, to find himself in a great baseball town with a great professional baseball team to root for. Here's my view of the game:

I did notice that hardly any of the players have beards. What's up with that? Maybe that would explain while even the best of players fail something like 70% of the time to even get on base...!