The sweet smell of fresh cut grass, hot dogs and peanut shells was swapped for the sour smell of a wet dog, mushy buns and belligerant drunks. Quite possibly the worst opening day ever.
I skipped school every year for OD back in Kansas City to enjoy the day with the Royals. Every year brought the same weather; 70 and sunshine. This is the first year I skipped work for St. Louis...Not a good start.
The only bright spot was the Cardinals scoring 5 runs in the first two innings. Unfortunately none of them count.
After they called the game,we headed off to Al Hrabosky's ( it's an establishment) and had a few beers in the VIP area. Some douche whos family owns the Post-Dispatch was drinking grey goose straight from the bottle, and Nikko Smith got lapdances from fat girls. It was entertaining, but I'd rather have my baseball.
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