Heroes Get Remembered But Legends Never Die.

I figured I would start off this blog post with a quote from one of my favorite baseball movies of all time.. The Sandlot! How appropriate given the events of the past few days. For those of you who don't already know.. I am a HUGE Cardinals fan!

I bought tickets with my younger brother Matt for Game 6 which was supposed to be played on Wednesday. You see our ratings period (sweeps) began on Thursday and since we are not allowed to take off during sweeps, I wouldn't have been able to go to Game 7. (Hence the reason we bought Game 6 tickets instead.) Well when it got pushed back due to rain, I wasn't going to be able to go. I was devastated. So we came up with a plan. We sold the tickets for that game and bought Game 7 tickets hoping it would come down to it. Everything happens for a reason.

After the best comeback game I have EVER seen Thursday night in Game 6, my adrenaline was high. I am not going to lie, I was getting worried there towards the end. But I never gave up on the Cards. David Freese is a hometown hero and he is the reason I would get to see Game 7 (I was really excited to see him get MVP, he deserved it!). It was almost impossible to sleep that night and I had a lot to get done before leaving the next day to head back to St. Louis.

One of those things was an event for Special Olympics. Since I am a little daredevil, I was chosen from the station to repel down the 13 story Jefferson Building. Mind you I am terrified of heights but when it comes to helping out organizations and charities, I am willing to put my fears aside. I had a great view of the city, the river, and the govenor's mansion which was just off to my right. I couldn't look out too much because I didn't want to have a panic attack. I made it down in 8 minutes and I couldn't be happier to have my feet back on solid ground.

That's me repelling down the Jefferson Building! Crazy I know..

After repelling down the side of the Jefferson Building in Jefferson City for Special Olympics, I returned home to watch the St. Louis Cardinals take on the Texas Rangers in Game 7 of the World Series. My brother was beyond excited and we were just like little kids in a candy store. Smiling from ear to ear the entire drive downtown. We got there a little later than expected and didn't get to grab dinner on The Hill, a typical tradition in our family. So we got in the stadium early, got some jumbo hot dogs, and grabbed a few cold ones. I love ballpark food! The game was great, the atmosphere was indescribable (you really just had to be there), and the memory will last a lifetime. On Friday October, 28th, we witnessed history in the making. The Cardinals won their 11th World Series!

Me and Matt, right after winning the World Series!