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Puck called me on the drive to school. Important tree-house-building questions. “Mom? Is pitch what they put into wood to make it strong as steel?”
This was a Noah’s Ark theory that we had discussed in the past. Puck was clearly drawing off some ancient expertise for the essentials of his treehouse this summer.
When he came strolling out of the gym that afternoon, he unloaded a smorgasbord of handcrafted paper Minecraft TNT “things” all over the carpeted hallway.
“I made these during free time in Art,” he explained.
Including a few cootie catches.
“They’re outlawed at school now though,” he explained solemnly. “Because everyone keeps saying, ‘Pick a color! Pick a color!’ during class.”
About two and a half hours later, I left him with a plate of fat cheeseburger and mashed potatoes at the Big House, watching “Mr. Peabody” with Mom and Dad, while Carrie-Bri and I hit the road for Game One.
Finally, back to that beautiful green-fielded red-seated gem of St. Louis we call Busch Stadium. It had been a long (yet very short) six months since Carrie and I had entered Baseball Heaven, and this time we had been handed a pair of golden seats re-gifted from Rose: field level.
There was some snap in the air, just enough to keep it an appropriate night game setting in April. Sandwiched in on a few sides by a some dudes with their girlfriends, including the guy behind us who somehow felt the need to bring a ziplock of steamed broccoli for his snack stash.
Steamed broccoli.
Carrie lost her footrest when a girl wearing a Brewers t-shirt sat down in front of us – I’m not sure she looked at the field once the whole night.
“Good. She’s wearing dangly earrings,” Carrie theorized. “She won’t stay here for long. She has places to go.”
It was an easy game to watch. A couple of RBIs by Matt Holliday in the first, a couple more tacked on. Even with Rosie closing things out in the 9th, there was just enough of a lead to be a little more certain those popping red fireworks would crack just minutes later. And they did.
Puck report:
Favorite color: orange
Favorite food: “buttered noodles”
Latest school fad: cootie catchers