Night Owl Cards

It's been a hectic few days, and I've pretty much been in zombie mode the last 48 hours. I couldn't even muster the strength to comment on anyone's blog while I was at work tonight. This is serious, people! Earlier today I drove to my daughter's school to pick her up, stood out in the parking lot so she could see me, waited and waited, then realized, "oh, she has girls scouts. She's not coming out." Then I quietly slunk back to my car, hoping no one saw me leave sans child. Later I went to work. There's a new policy that anyone arriving after 6 p.m. needs a key to get in. Before, a clerk would let you in. I arrived and realized the doors were locked. I walked back to my car to get my phone to call someone to let me in. By the time I reached my car, I realized: "hey, I have a key to get in. I attached it to my key chain two days ago. Duh!" Yeah, I'm frazzled. But I've got two days off now. And earlier today FOUR card package...

I'm about to get sappy. But it won't last long. Twenty-one years ago today, my wife and I started dating. She's been my sweet and beautiful girl ever since then. She's barely had an interest in baseball all these years, yet she's put up with my nonstop babbling about the sport and the piles of cards around the house without complaint. We actually began dating in St. Louis, of all places. I live far away from the Gateway to the West, but the two of us and a bunch of fellow budding college journalists took a road trip halfway across the country for a four-day seminar. We partied for those four days, spent Halloween on Laclede's Landing, toured the old Busch Stadium, drank in countless bars, danced on riverboats, went up to the top of the Gateway Arch, and made memories that will last forever. And in 2008, Allen and Ginter decided to make a card to commemorate Oct. 29, 1987. Thanks guys!