1.
Get there
early to get close. I didn’t have tickets to Game 7, but since I lived in
the host city, I knew I wanted to watch in a place that was close, but not too
close to the action—in case I wanted to run down to the stadium afterwards
(which I did).
2.
It doesn’t
matter where you watch the game. By the time I got off of work and downtown,
all of the best sports bars were standing-room-only. So my friends and I
settled on an Irish bar with lots of TVs. It didn’t matter because, by the first
pitch, even that place was packed. And every place in town went nuts anyway.
3.
Be
prepared to high-five … a lot. That was the most bizarre part of the whole
thing: everyone wanted a high-five. After a certain point, we’d just throw up
both arms and plow through a crowd like it was a tunnel.
4.
Forget
cabs. At one point, a guy holding up his nearly passed out girlfriend asked me to
help him call a cab. It rang and rang and rang. I pointed them to the nearest
Metro stop and wished them luck.
5.
People
get crazy. I will never forget the sight of a hefty woman, kneeling on all
fours on the hood of a car in the middle of the street, her skirt hiked up
around her armpits, shaking her rump to the cheer of the gathering crowd. Go Cardinals!
