Well, it was a beautiful day.
And it was sort of a competitive game, at least.
We had amazing seats, front row in the upper infield boxes.
In the 3rd, Paul Goldschmidt hit one of the longest homers I'd ever seen live - a 464 footer waaay up in center field.
But the Cubs scored 2 in the 4th and led for a gloriously long chunk of time.
Up until Harrison Bader hit one out off of Rowan Wick and tied it up in the 8th.
Then... it was the 9th, that horrible 9th, that wrecked all my fun.
Our fabulous seats gave us a fabulous view of the back to back Cardinal bunts, the intentional Goldschmidt walk to load the bases, the wild pitch that gave the Cards the lead and then the... I can still see it behind my eyelids.
A weaky come-backer to pitcher Codi Heuer who's SO got a play at the plate, but he forgot to catch the ball.
It dropped, and it looked like he was trying to pick up spaghetti.
The insurance run scores and Heuer just barely gets the 2nd out at first.
Game over, except for whatever the infield fly that Arenado dropped was all about.
The whole day, there was one truly funny thing that happened:
Cubs 2, Cardinals 4.
The Card's win streak goes up to 16, we go back to my car.
We'd parked in the alley.
I told you before that I park in the same alley with the same person each time I go.
And I did a painting from a picture I took from my car years and years ago.
It's still basically the same.
I have some thoughts before we get to the "wait til next year" part of this season coming up in about a week.
Until then, have a good one.