The Fever Continues

Saturday, October 29, 2011
In which baseball is still fused in the mind…

In recovery from the past three intense weeks of intense baseball, Collette could only manage five hours of sleep before waking at 6:30, after which, several hours later, she and OLeif returned to the Silverspoon’s to check in on the Puckster.
“This morning, I asked him if Sebastian had woken him,” said Gloria, “and he said, ‘No. I was just thinking. And he broke my thought.”

As two o’clock arrived, the start of purchasing tickets for the World Series Championship Celebration, Collette logged on three minutes before the hour. After waiting an hour and forty-five minutes in the ‘waiting room’, and then another twenty minutes of trying to find seats, they had completely sold out.
And she had missed Puck’s Hallowe’en party at church in his blue Yip-Yip martian costume, crafted entirely at the hands of Carrie-Bri. Puck had been, what Carrie liked to coin, ‘a Cardinals orphan’ for the past several days.
It was not the most stellar of afternoons…
But in the end, it really didn’t matter, because the Cards had got their hard-fought rings, including the very OLeif-like Lance Berkman, after thirteen years of waiting.

But then came the evening. Carrie, genius as always, had already secured two tickets as an early birthday present for Collette.
The day, or rather the evening, was suddenly better.