McKay's First Cardinal (StL) Game

Teri and I took McKay to the baseball game on Friday night to see the St. Louis Cardinals play the Arizona Diamondbacks. We were all pretty excited because who doesn't want to go see a baseball game between two teams competing for the playoffs? Plus, seeing Albert Pujols in person is just plain fun.



The one problem with our plan was that the baseball game starts at 6:40 PM and McKay goes to sleep at about 6:30 PM. The good news was that we talked to McKay about it and he seemed fine going to bed way past his bedtime. He was even more excited when we told him that Smashmouth was performing after the game. He's wanted to go to a rock concert for a while now.


In the end, the game was a lot of fun to attend. Despite the fact that the St. Louis Cardinals lost, Teri and I were happy just to be there. After all, going to see the St. Louis Cardinals play is the only non-weekly thing I have done every year since moving to Arizona in 2003. Thus, this game proved to be my fifth year anniversary of seeing the Cardinals play. Having McKay there just made things more fun. He made really good friends with the old couples in front and behind us. The guy in front was kind of funny, wearing a Smashmouth band jersey to the game. Then behind us we had one couple who would cheer so loud it spooked McKay and the other couple who spent 75% of their time at the game trying to get McKay to pay attention to them.


The lone downside to the game was that some maroon sat in front of Teri and me for a while wearing his cowboy hat and skinny jeans. (See the top photo in that article for a rough version of what we saw or if you are interested in skinny jeans you can read more here.) For two innings Teri could only see the batter and I could only see the pitcher. Without consulting each other, we both thought about asking him to remove his headgear. The problem was that everyone in our section kept talking to the guy saying "Hi Cowboy, " etc. Because we had gotten our tickets for free from our cousin we figured we didn't want to interrupt a bunch of season ticket holders greeting each other, especially if they all knew him as a cowboy and we were asking him to remove his cowboy hat. In the end, we elected to not say anything and eventually he left.

So after the game wraps up we hear the cheering lady ask the guy in the Smashmouth jersey in front of us, "So, you're a big fan of the band huh?" I thought this question was kind of funny seeing as though Smashmouth was only really popular in the late 90s and early 2000s and here you have one 60+ woman asking another 60+ year old man if he's a big fan of the band. But as it turns out, he's not just a big fan of the band, he's the drummer's dad. So you know what that means, the guy with the cowboy hat wasn't a season ticket holder, he's a rockstar. I guess we should have asked him to take off his hat, but then again we probably wouldn't have been able to get this cool picture.

Next time we head to Chase Field, we'll just tell them we're with the band...or at least the band's parents.