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  • The summer of 2005 I spent at Indiana University, and when the class was over, My buddy Johnathan picked me up and we took a week long road trip through the Illinois, Missouri, and Iowa. At the end of our trip, he dropped me off in St. Louis, where I would catch my plane back to Santa Barbara.

    I only had one night in the city, so I had enough time to do the Gateway Arch and see a baseball game. The arch was pretty cool, with these little pod elevators that only sit a few people that curve at the top. In the elevator with me on the way down was a very nice, straight, generic Orange County, CA, family, mom dad boy girl, all blond. Normally I never spark up conversations with people, but we were so cramped into that little elevator with no one talking that it became uncomfortable. At least when you’re at a tourist spot, it’s easy to start a conversation with “Where you from?”, and then we ended up being from basically the same place. They were traveling around doing a baseball stadium tour, and were going to the Cards game that night. Hey, so was I! They were David Eckstein fans, known to baseball fans as ‘the little engine that could’, who had played in Anaheim but was now in St. Louis. This just reinforced in me their stereotypical Orange County-ness to me. But they were nice. I bought this snow globe at the gift shop.

    The game that night was a D-Backs/Cards, but I wore my full Dodger gear. One must always represent your tribe, even while amongst other tribes. This was the last year f the old Busch Stadium, so I was luck to see a game there before they blew it up. One of the last remaining multi-purpose stadiums, it was big and concrete and a circular. All along the circular top of the stadium were identical arches similar to the Gateway Arch, something I had never noticed watching games on TV. They were already building the new stadium right next door. Half of it was already built, and you could look inside from the old stadium, then once the season was over they would blow-up the old stadium and build the second half of the new one. I had a seat about a dozen rows back from first base, so I got to see Albert Puhols up close. That guy is huge.

    The next morning I got on the metro to the airport, but along the way picked a random stop and got off, so I could get some food and see a different part of the city for just an hour. It was a big hospital area, but there was a few blocks of a little neighborhood where I ate and was interesting to walk around. Then I went and caught my plane home.
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