The Ups and Downs of an Epic, Last Minute trip to St Louis for Game 7 of the World Series

How we lost all our money, got in the stadium without a ticket, avoided getting arrested, and had a night we’ll never forget.

The following was written by David Franco over at Next Level Ballplayer. David is a former teammate of mine and is nice enough to write for Diamond Hoggers from time to time. You can follow him on twitter here.

The story starts Thursday night in the middle of watching World Series game 6. Before the craziness starts I feel I need to clarify a few things and introduce the main characters of the following 36 hours we won’t ever forget.

Things to clarify:

Due to our conversations and actions, there are multiple times during this story you might assume we were drunk. Not the case. We had a few beers throughout the night, but the only buzzes we experienced were from baseball euphoria and lack of sleep.

Everything that follows is completely truthful… with the exceptions of a few names that will be changed to protect the Cardinal’s front office guy and D1 baseball coach we picked up at 330am… More on that later.

Quick Main Character descriptions:

Franco: Me.  Founder of Next Level Ballplayer. Huge baseball fan that has been to numerous playoff games but never a World Series. Have multiple friends that call me by the nickname, “Dupree” (from the movie, You, Me, and Dupree) for my aptitude of sleeping on couches and making big trips work on little budgets.  Currently live in Nashville, just celebrated my one year anniversary with my awesome wife and have a grown up job as a business analyst (NLB paying the bills!).

B Witt: One of my best friends since middle school.  Two years younger than me. We played baseball with each other in high school and against each other in college. B Witt is the guy that doesn’t quite have the filter that most of the rest of the world has. He tells it how it is at all times,  wears his emotions on his sleeve and just kinda does what he feels like… for better or for worse.

TStrick: The level headed, responsible, analytical, low key guy, with a master’s degree in Statistics. Our wives are close friends. TStrick is a huge sports fan, but despite being one of my best friends for the past 2 years, hasn’t come around to fully enjoying baseball. With that being said, he claims he’s watched more baseball with me this year than the rest of his life combined… Work in progress!

Quick note: None of us are Cardinal or Ranger fans. Just baseball fans… and TStrick. With that being said, we all decide to wear red.

Ok, let the madness begin:

Thursday Night

4th Inning of Game 6 of the World Series, Rangers 3, Cardinals 2:

B Witt and I are watching the game with a group of friends.

B Witt: Franco, if the Cards win this, do we go to St. Louis tomorrow for game 7?

Franco: I have to work.

B Witt: So do I. Doesn’t matter. It is game freaking 7!

Franco: Good point. How long is the drive?

B Witt: 5 hours.

Franco: Ok, lets check tickets.

At this point in the night, the cheapest tickets on Craigslist are $350. We decide to keep watching the game before making any rash decisions…  Fast forward to the 11th inning.

Freese hits a walk off bomb. Final Score: Cardinals 10, Rangers 9

After the unreal roller coaster that was the last three innings of one of the most incredible games in World Series history, we decide we have to go to St Louis. We get on Craigslist and now the cheapest tickets to game 7 are $450. Neither of us can afford it. We decide to just stay in Nashville and watch it at a sports bar.

Friday

7am- B Witt wakes me up with a phone call. I hear a rerun of Crocodile Hunter in the background (who watches that with breakfast?!) We debate going to game 7 in St Louis. Too expensive. Can’t do it.

7-11:25am- Intense Internal Debate while working.

1125am- My new buddy David sends me his youtube vid of him in Busch Stadium during the last out. I get chills and super pumped up.

This starts taking me over the edge.

11:29- My wife calls

Wife: If been thinking about you at work this morning.  I think you should go to St. Louis. When are you going to get another chance to go to game 7 of the World Series? (Great point!) Let the ticket be my Christmas present to you.

Franco: Babe you are awesome. Do you know how much tickets cost by any chance?

Wife: $200?

Franco: Ummmm. Cheapest I can find right now is $450

Wife: ………… Well, how bout you just take $250 and see what happens. Maybe you can find a desperate scalper.

I love her. This is a sign! Time to rush to St. Louis

11:40- I call B Witt

Franco: Dude, I’m in. Let’s go to St. Louis. I have a $250 budget, but let’s just go make something happen.

B Witt: Awesome. Let me go tell my boss. I’ll come pick you up at 12:30. Your boss is cool with it?

Franco: Crap. I was so excited, I forgot to ask. I’ll ask now. See you at 12:30.

Both our boss’s are cool with us going… We might have claimed to actually have tickets to the game, but in our minds, it was only a matter of time.

12:00 Noon: I text TStrick

Franco: Dude, I know you’re working a half day today. Wanna go to St. Louis with B Witt and I for game 7? We’re leaving in 30 minutes.

TStrick: Can you wait til 1:30? I just got to this luncheon. My boss put it on to recognize my performance on our last project, so I kinda have to stay for it.

Franco: We will wait til 1. Get out of there asap!!

TStrick: I’ll keep you posted.

1:30 pm- Leaving Nashville, riding shotgun to St. Louis with B Witt (Driving) and TStrick (Back Seat) to see where the night takes us! Game 7 here we come. GPS estimated arrival time 6:05pm. Game time 7:05pm.

1:45 pm-

Franco: T, How did you get out of your own luncheon early?

TStrick: I ate as fast as humanly possible and excused myself while people were still halfway through their meals. I told my boss that I just got offered a ticket to game 7 of the World Series and she stood up and announced it to the whole room. People seemed excited for me. Then I took off… Do we have tickets by the way? I’m assuming not. And where are we staying tonight?

B Witt: No tickets. No idea where we’re staying.

The Ticket Situation

Still the cheapest we can find is $450. We all decide that our individual ticket budgets are $250. We also decide that when we get to the stadium, it’s every man for himself when it comes to buying a ticket/getting in the stadium.

2:00 pm- B Witt and Franco from the front seats: OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH COME ON!!!! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!

Traffic jam. Middle of nowhere Tennessee. We aren’t moving. Quick debate about turning around. Traffic starts moving. We decide to press on.

2:30 pm- We are completely past all the traffic. Estimated St Louis arrival time 6:15.

Conversation turns to how we can get into the stadium. Notice I said “get in the stadium”, not limiting it to just buying a ticket.

Franco: Ok guys. We need to rake our brains for a few minutes and come up with a way to get into the stadium. I’ve bought reasonably priced tickets from scalpers to multiple playoff games and a Yankee/Red Sox game, but I can’t imagine there’s a discounted ticket to be found for game 7 of the World Series.  Let’s get creative.

We brainstorm. Some ideas that come up:

-Finding a picture of an e ticket to game 7 of the World Series, swing by a Kinkos and print off three of them. Then the three of us would go to three different gates and try to talk the ticket scanning people into letting us in after the “ding” didn’t go off and they say our ticket isn’t valid… TStrick can’t find any e ticket pictures on his iPhone.

-Rushing the gates with the crowds and trying to squeeze in between the turn styles

-Wait until the 2nd inning and try to find a desperate scalper looking to unload tickets for $250

-Steal tickets from drunk people

-Cause a mini riot and then run in (B Witt’s idea)

-Climb the fence (also B Witt’s idea and voted dumbest idea ever by TStrick and I)

TStrick: Climb the fence? Do you think we’re going to the local high school baseball field?

Franco: Dude, that’s the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard. Even spider man would have a hard time executing that plan at Busch Stadium.

B Witt: Ok, fine. You guys are probably right. I’m back to my riot idea. I think that could work.

Franco to B Witt: Let’s get this out right now. Are you willing to go to jail tonight?

B Witt: I don’t WANT to go to jail, but I’m not ruling it out. I’m going to do everything humanly possible to get into that stadium tonight.

TStrick and I decide going to jail is not on the table for the two of us… Back to brainstorming

2:45 pm- Quick pee break. B Witt gets KFC and I offer to drive. Off we go. ETA 6:25

2:55 pm- The light bulb in my head goes off.

Franco: Guys, I got it! I have a legit idea with no chance of going to jail. So we’ve been seeing these signs for a casino coming up in about a half hour. What if we all put in $200, run into the casino, head right to the roulette table and put all $600 on red (for St. Louis). If it hits, we each have enough to buy a ticket. If not, we just take our $50 left over and have a good night watching the game at a bar outside the stadium.

*Side Note: I’ve never played roulette in my life at this point.

B Witt: That’s not a bad idea.

TStrick jumps in from the back seat: Let’s keep thinking before we jump to any conclusions.

I send out a quick email to a group of my closest friends outlining our situation, and asking for suggestions.

3:05 pm- I read an email response from my good friend RV who is a combination of Buster Olney and Rain Man. He pitched at the D1 level AND has his own mathematical theorem How many people do you know with those credentials? I digress. RV’s email:

Fool proof!  The red bet gives you a 47.37% chance of getting in to the game. I can’t see anyway other than a fluke that you could find better odds than that. It’s confirmed on ESPN that regular seats are AVG of about $950+ and SRO is still $450+. I guess it’s possible you could ride it out til game time and see if you can find a desperate scalper that’ll go $250 but that’s highly unlikely.

After reading it to the car, we decide to take a vote. I make one, quick, persuasive speech to promote my plan:

“Guys. On a hard 100 point awesome scale, just being in St Louis watching the game at a bar is going to be an 80. If we’re in the stadium it’ll be at least a solid 95. 95+ nights just don’t happen. Those nights get put in the “epic” category. Let’s give this night a chance to be epic! Worst case scenario, we lose our $600 bucks and dip to a 60 on the awesome scale until we get to St. Louis and feel the electricity of the city and get back into the 80s.“

I feel like I just delivered a Lou Holtz quality speech. Clearly, B Witt and TStrick don’t feel the same way because we spend the next 10 minutes debating my arbitrary awesome scale that they call “confusing”… The awesome scale details are worked out and we’re ready for a car vote…

It’s unanimous, we’re doing it! 20 minutes till we get to the casino.

3:15 pm- Morale is high. We are convinced that we have a fool proof way to get into the game and we are pumped! B Witt collects all of our money in the passenger seat and makes a “cash stache” (making a mustache out of the stack of 20’s) and starts making faces at all the cars we pass… We all agree that we are already at an 85 on the awesome scale.

3:18 pm-

B Witt: Franco, give me your phone. I’m gonna take over your Next Level Ballplayer twitter account (@The_NLB). I’m going to tweet the crap out of tonight.

Franco: Ok, but no cussing or inappropriate comments.

B Witt: Fine, fine.

3:19 pm-

B Witt’s first tweet of the night:

The_NLB: This is B witt commandeering nlb twitter as franco, t smooth and I head to game 7 in st. Louis. Stay posted.

3:20 pm-

B Witt: Guys I’m freaking out up here. I just realized what we’re about to do! I don’t know if this is the best idea… AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I keep seeing it land on black! It keeps landing on black!!!! We got to do it. Okay, Okay, we are doing it. We have to give this night a chance to be epic.

We are still on. We decide on a few casino ground rules:

-We run whenever possible. Time is of the essence

-I will exchange the money and place our bet.

-TStrick will try to capture it all on video

3:28 pm-

B Witt’s 2nd (and final) Tweet of the night:

The_NLB: This is how you live life. If you are not living life on the edge u are taking up too much room. About to turn $600 into 3 game 7 ticks

3:29 pm-

Franco: “Fellas, our night is about to blow by luck and into destiny.” They don’t seem to fully appreciate the awesomeness of my comment. I’m convinced it will be our equivalent to the Tebow quote that’s up on the outside of Florida’s stadium

3:30 pm- We arrive at Metropolis Casino. As agreed, we run all the way from our car to the lady checking ID’s. The casino is practically empty. It takes about two minutes to get in then we B line it to the roulette table. With all of us breathing heavily, I hand the lady our stack of 20’s and say, “All on red please.”

Roulette lady: Are you sure you want it all on red?

B Witt: LADY! Yes we’re sure!! We didn’t run all the way from the parking lot to hangout with you! We have to get to the World Series, let’s go!

The lady isn’t sure how to respond, so she quietly counts the money and hands me $600 worth of chips. We are all a bit up tight with heartbeats racing. I put our chips on red. She spins the ball. Tickets to the World Series hang in the balance…

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick… It seems like forever. We are ready to irrupt into joy until at the last split second when the ball bounces out of red 36 into black 11. B…L…A…C…K…11! $600 gone in less than 60 seconds.

TStrick and I are silent in shock. B Witt loses it and starts causing a scene by yelling random curse words at the top of his lungs. Security starts walking towards us as we decide to start leaving.

With a really confused look on her face, the lady that had checked our ID’s 90 seconds earlier: Are you guys leaving already?

B Witt, still clearly in “causing a scene mode”: WE JUST LOST ALL OUR MONEY! $600 %$#*%&#@ DOLLARS!!!

ID lady: Oh, I’m sorry.

B Witt (as we are walking away): SO AM I! This was the worst idea ever!

One more cussing tirade by B Witt ensues. The only thing TStrick and I can do at this point is laugh, which we are doing hysterically as we reach the parking lot.

I decide B Witt isn’t fit to drive, so I hop in the driver’s seat.  It’s  now 3:41pm. Quick debate about turning around. Decide to keep going. Next stop, St. Louis. ETA 6:35 pm.

3:56 pm- We’ve been driving in silence for the past 15 minutes with B Witt occasionally letting us know that he feels like he has to throw up.

B Witt: Franco, you’re awesome scale pep talk was a bunch of crap! You said, we’d be at a 60 if we lost our money. We are at a 10 right now! TStrick, why didn’t you talk us out of this?!?! Clearly Franco and I would make unreasonable decisions on our own, but you are supposed to be the voice of reason! This could not be worse.

Before TStrick can answer, there is a cop behind us with his lights on. B Witt, flips out again, this time letting us know that his registration is expired.

Cop: I got you guys going 89mph back there. Any reason you were going that fast?

Franco: Actually officer we are heading to game 7 of the World Series.

Cop (completely unimpressed): License and registration please.

It hits me that we’re in Illinois and he’s probably a bitter Cubs fan. He takes forever and then comes back with a $140 ticket. No problem with the registration.

It’s now 4:13 pm and the car awesome scale is at a 3 and that might be generous.

Quick debate on whether to turn around. Decide to keep going. Next stop St. Louis… Please Lord, make our next stop St. Louis!

We take the next 15 minutes to reflect on the fact that between roulette and speeding, we lost $740 in about 20 minutes. We all start feeling sick… At least we’re still under budget!

St Louis ETA 6:57 pm

4:24 pm- We pass a sign that says something like, “$10,000 fine and 14 years in jail for hitting a construction worker.” We all agree that if that was ever going to happen to us, it would be tonight, in the next 10 minutes. We are really close to the trifecta of awfulness- Getting housed at the Roulette table, speeding ticket, and hitting a construction worker.

B Witt also announces that he no longer will be tweeting for NLB and won’t be telling a soul about this trip. “Too embarrassing,” he says.

4:45 pm- B Witt claims that he’s not giving up and promises he will either get into the stadium or get arrested.

4:55 pm- Collectively we decide that roulette was the right thing to do. It was our best shot at getting in the game.  We start feeling better. Awesome scale: 18.

5:00 pm- B Witt announces that his budget just got extended to $350. TStrick and I agree that it makes sense for us all to be on the same budgetary level. With our “new found money”, we feel like winners. Awesome scale: 32

5:10pm-

B Witt: Franco, I know there are a few casinos in St Louis. What if we all put in $50 bucks and you play poker with it, how sure are you that you’d win our money back.

Franco: 75%

B Witt: That’s what I thought. Whenever we are done celebrating with the city of St. Louis, we’ll head to the casino and get our money back.

 

We all agree that this is a great idea and fail to question the 75%… We practically have our money back. We feel good. Awesome scale: 48

5:25 pm- We start talking about how awesome just being in St. Louis will be. B Witt turns the radio on to search for sports radio. Just like we were in a movie, the following line blasts out at us. “Hit me with your best shot! Come on and hit me with your best shot. Fire awaaaaay.” We all sing the rest of the song together and feel even better.  Awesome scale: 62 and still trending upward.

6:50 pm- We see the St Louis arch. We’ve arrived!

We park the car a mile away from the stadium at the Lumiere Place Casino and start running towards the stadium.

We come up to the fountain park across from the capitol building and see thousands of fans watching the game on a huge projection screen. There is a statue of a large naked runner in the fountain. Despite the naked fountain runner guy, it seems like a great place to watch the game. Awesome scale is all the way back to an 80.

Right then, Hamilton hits a RBI double. Rangers 1, Cardinals 0. From here, time is marked by innings…

1st Inning

We make our way to the front of the Busch Stadium. It is hopping. The energy is electric. As we get closer we see tons of people with their fingers in the air. Quickly, we realize that all these people are looking to buy tickets. The entire night would go by without ever seeing anyone selling tickets.

Almost everyone is already in the stadium. On the other side of the turn styles, there are three rows of security officers standing around. All of our ideas are immediately deemed impossible. Even B Witt decides there is nothing he can do. He claims that next time he will dress up as a police officer and sneak in that way. We let him know that’s a horrible idea.

David Freese hits a 2 run double. The stadium erupts! We long to be inside, but make our way to a close by sports bar.

2nd Inning

We get to a bar with people everywhere and within 5 minutes TStrick and I can’t find B Witt. Without becoming discouraged, we push our way to a below average view of a TV.

3rd Inning

B Witt hasn’t returned my texts. I suggest to TStrick that we go back to the fountain and watch on the huge projection screen. TStrick is mildly concerned that B Witt is MIA. I remind him that it’s every man for themselves and B Witt is probably doing just fine. (In the back of my head I’m trying to calculate the odds of him actually being inside the game or in jail.) We start walking towards the fountain as my phone dies.

We stop to watch the bottom of the third in the doorway of a Busch Stadium office with a TV on. We strike up a convo with the 8 people huddled in the doorway and they give us incredible news. Apparently during the 2006 World Series in St Louis, they opened the gates for the 9th inning and let everyone in. This is awesome!!

Hope abounds! With an extra bounce in our step, we continue on to the fountain with the naked runner.

4th Inning

TStrick and I find a great spot to watch the game, right in front of the fountain, spurring the text of the night:

TStrick to B Witt: We’re at the fountain park. Just follow the naked runner’s junk.

5th Inning

Cards score twice in the bottom half and lead 5-2. Fountain crowd going crazy. This is way better than the bar.

6th Inning

B Witt shows up, “Great directions TStrick!”

TStrick: Where were you?

B Witt: So I saw the text and started walking to meet you guys. When I got in front of the stadium, I noticed that they were letting people out for smoke brakes. Right then I accidently ran into a guy and he almost dropped his ticket. That gave me a great idea.  Long story short, I just spent the last 30 minutes running into people that were smoking and trying to get them to drop their tickets. No luck.

TStrick and I aren’t quite sure what to say. We tell him that it was a great idea and we can’t believe it  then turn our attention back to the game… Still 5-2 Cards.

7th Inning

B Witt starts talking to a group of girls standing next to us. The girls suggest that if the Cards win, he should jump into the fountain. He debates for a second and then agrees. The girls are now really excited and continue to talk to B Witt about the details of his “swim”. Swim to the naked runner? Back stroke? The right amount of clothing to keep on?…

I interject because I can’t tell if he’s serious or not. I look him in the eyes, “What’s the percentage that you actually jump in the fountain if the Cards win?”

B Witt (annoyed that I’m questioning him): Dude, 100%. If we don’t get in the stadium for the 9th inning, I am jumping in the fountain.

I’ve seen that look on his face before. He’s telling the truth. The girls say they will wait for us to come back in case we can’t get in the stadium.

Top of the 8th inning

We make our way back to the stadium gates. A huge crowd has gathered outside the gates. Clearly we aren’t the only ones with inside info. We worm our way towards the front until we are about 3 people back from one of the gates. B Witt starts the “Let us in” chant. 20 seconds later all 300+ people are yelling it at that top of their lungs… A small army of security guards just stare at us from the other side of the fence. They don’t look like they’re planning on letting anyone in.

Bottom of the 8th inning

The chants and collective yelling, doesn’t seem like it’s working. One fan in front of us decides to takes matters into his own hands. This is our huge break! He reaches through the fence, undoes the dead bolt, and next thing you the gate right in front of us swings open. It was as if the Red Sea had just been parted, chaos ensues.

I get in right away. The security army runs to close the rogue gate. TStrick and B Witt slip in while the gate is 3/4s of the way closed and then sprint to catch up with me. Adrenaline is off the charts as we rush down the stairs and behold the Mecca of the 2011 Major League Baseball season. We continue down the aisle until we are 10 rows up from 3rd base.

9th Inning

Words can’t describe the atmosphere while Motte is taking his warm up pitches before starting the 9th. Everyone standing. Everyone cheering. Electric. None of us have words to say.

Finally B Witt looks to TStrick and I: We made it! Awesome Scale: 100!!

Absolutely agree. Epic.

Busch grows louder with each out before Motte gets Murphy to fly out to left. Confetti drops. Pandemonium ensues. We are there to witness the final out of the 2011 World Series.

Post game:

We hang in the stadium for a while, living it up with the Cards fans during the trophy presentation. When we finally leave the stadium, we spend the next few hours hanging with thousands of Cards fans in the streets. Everyone was high fiving everyone. Cars were honking. Everywhere you looked was a sea of red with huge smiles pasted on every face.

Eventually we make our way back to our car at the casino. Back to normal time:

1:45 am-

We are still high from our good fortunes of getting in the game and decide all we have left to do is win our money back at the casino. The plan: Franco plays poker while TStrick and B Witt go play table games with $40.

2:00 am-

I sit down at the poker table. TStrick and B Witt ask me what color to put their roulette bet on. I say Red, they take off.

2:30 am-

I’m up around $100 and there’s no sign of the guys. I assume that my great advice of putting their money on red worked. I feel good.

3:00 am-

I am up over $250 and thinking that it’s a good sign that TStrick and B Witt still haven’t returned.

3:05 am-

They finally return and announce to me that they are up over $200 after a combo of roulette and craps.

Franco: I told you red would hit!

B Witt: Dude we put our money on black.

Franco: But I said red.

TStrick: Yeah, we decided to go with the opposite of whatever you said. Black hit. Then we let it ride and it hit again. Then we had $160 and headed to the craps table.

Franco: Oh… Well, good job. Let’s take our money and run.

3:20 am-

We’ve accomplished more than we thought possible and decide it’s time to head back to Nashville. While we are at a stoplight in downtown St. Louis, this clean cut guy in a red suit comes up to our window with a beer in hand.

Red Suit guy: Where are you guys headed?

B Witt: Nashville

Red Suit guy: Perfect, that’s right on the way to the bar we’re heading to. I’ll give you 20 bucks to drop us off.

B Witt: Cool, hop in.

Red Suit, his buddy and his girlfriend now start trying to squeeze in the back seat with TStrick… who had no say in this. Girl gets in first, then Red Suit, and now the buddy can’t fit.

Red Suit to girlfriend: Just hop on that guy’s lap (pointing at TStrick)

Before TStrick can say anything, this random girl is sitting on his lap, the other two guys pile in the car, and we are off. She doesn’t bother switching laps once everyone is in. TStrick has a new friend.

3:25 am-

We find out some very interesting things as we’re driving towards the “bar”.

-The bar is actually a strip club

-Red Suit actually works in the Cardinals’ front office

-Red Suit’s friend is a D1 baseball coach

-The girl is completely comfortable with sitting on TStrick’s lap. He is not.

3:30 am- Our passengers find out B Witt and I played college baseball and that we know some of the same people. We have a great baseball discussion while TStrick engages in awkward small talk in the back corner of the car.

3:35 am- We drop our new best friends off at the “bar” and politefully decline their offer to join them. As Red Suit leaves, he hands B Witt 20 bucks and then gives me his business card and says, “Next time you guys are in St Louis, tickets are on me.”

Time to go home. What a perfect ending to an unreal night in St Louis! The only word that does it justice- EPIC!

8:56 am

After a taco bell run, a few hours of napping at a rest stop, and a lot of lively reflection on the twists and turns of the night- We arrived home to Nashville.

Average out of pocket spending when all was said and done (food & gas included):  $72.

Total trip time: about 20 hours.

 

20 epic hours that none of us will ever forget.

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75 thoughts on “The Ups and Downs of an Epic, Last Minute trip to St Louis for Game 7 of the World Series”

  1. Great story. Is it just me, or is that running statue wrong? Who runs with both the right leg and right arm forward at the same time? Nobody.

  2. Boys,
    Hell of a story. I grew up in Franklin, TN – went to St. Bernard’s grade school in the west end over by Vandy and then went to Saint Louis U. I live in Dallas now, but will be moving home to St. Louis by the time Spring Training rolls around. Anytime you need a place to crash, holler at me. I feel like I know all of you like brothers now. It was amazing partying in the middle of Rangers territory. Go Cards!

    Cheers,
    Bobby

    1. Bobby- Now that Red Suit promised tickets, I think there is a good possibility we are back next season to crash at your place! Congrats to you and the rest of Cards nation.

  3. “The_NLB: This is how you live life. If you are not living life on the edge u are taking up too much room. About to turn $600 into 3 game 7 ticks”

    This is an AMAZING Tweet. Congrats on a great adventure!

  4. I’m a Cubs fan and still thought that story was awesome.

    Of course I copied the article into a Word Document and replaced “Cardinals” with “Cubs” and “St. Louis” with Chicago and “naked runner statue” with “skirt up Monroe statue”.

  5. I was driving back from St Louis to Nashville on Friday of Game 7 and got pulled over by an Illinois sherrif on I-24 for 80 in a 65. I think they were praying on out of state people. Great story, but as Wesley Snipes said in Passenger 57, “Always bet on black.”

  6. The plaza you watched on the huge tv was kiener plaza. it is not in front of the capitol building, its in front of the old courthouse, which is where the dread scott decision was handed down.

    i think my wife and i were standing next to you guys, we remember someone talking about jumping in after the game.

    it sounds like you had as good as a time as possible, well, not being a cardinals fan that is.

    and yes, the illinois troopers always write cardinals fans tickets…

  7. Awesome. I knew you guys could pull it off (kind of)… just wish I was there to be a part of it all. Sorry I used the word “foolproof” when referring to your chances of getting in to the game based on winning one spin of Roulette. I know better

  8. I felt pretty good spending Game 7 with my girlfriend in Applebees and Pujols, but I doubt it would have even earned double digits on your awesome scale.

    Incredible story. Thanks for sharing!

  9. EPIC road trip!! Expertly written – made me feel like it was my own friends smacking all over each other on one of our own trips. (what ELSE can you do when you just blew 600 on red, but laugh all the way to the car??) Thanks for sharing!

    1. Thanks for the great feedback! Glad to hear that people liked the way it was written. Took me a long time to write and edit, but I think it turned out OK.

  10. You always want to do things like this with your buddies but always chicken out. You guys had the balls to go through with it and it paid off! Great Story!

  11. I never post on blogs, news stories, or any of those kinds of things.
    …but
    This story was worth publicly declaring to be fantastic.

  12. Awesome story, epic night! We drove to St. Louis for the parade and rally on Sunday but that trip was going to church on Sunday morning compared to this. Awesome scale – 115.

    1. Russell- We had room for 3 more. Follow me on Twitter (@The_NLB) or facebook Next Level Ballplayer.

      That way, when you see we’re about to do something crazy you can reach out and hop in our back seat!

  13. Sounds like you guys had fun, but not as much as me. There is nothing better than watching david freese tie up a game 7 in the first inning while choking yourself out with a rope and masturbating breathlessly.

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  15. Guys, what a story. I road trip every year with two guys on a sports trip and none of our adventures compare to this. My biggest risk on Game 7 was telling the wife “we’re not going out, but i’ll get you take out from anywhere you want, as long as i get to watch the game”. Next time, I’ll hop in the car and go to St. Louis. Thanks for sharing. Haven’t laughed this much in a long time.

  16. This is amazing. As a fellow baseball fan, it gave me goosebumps.
    The best part of all of this is that you guys were neither Rangers nor Cardinals fans. That is why baseball is the greatest game ever played.

  17. First off, this is awesome… Second, it’s obvious you’ve read some Tucker Max in your time by the way you write the story! haha

  18. Guys, this story was amazing. Reminds me of a last second trip to watch the Ncaa division 2 Championship game in 1969. This was the funniest sports story since “Sport” magazine’s “Confessions of a Minor-Leaguer.” Go Cardinals!

  19. Incredible story! Ive been on about 10 of these last minute, no money, no plans trips and they really do make for great memories. We’re actually heading to Tuscaloosa this weekend for LSU/Bama. Im glad you documented everything. My buddy started doing that on one of our trips to Athens, Ga a few years back and we’ve made sure to do it each time. Its always fun to go back and read those re-cap emails. Great job guys! Way to live life!

  20. Hey guys. Great story. It was an enjoyable read. I will be forwarding this to all my email contacts.

    Hope to run into you next year at Busch. GO CARDS!!

  21. I was at Game 7 lasf Friday night (section 367, row 10, seats 8 and 9), and this might be the greatest Game 7 story I’ve read (I thought mine was good, as I had a free ticket crop up 7 hours before game time). Might even be the funniest story I’ve read all year. Cheers to you guys for making it happen!

    PS-I highly suggest you come back for Opening Day (April 12, 2012 vs. the Cubs). Opening Day in STL is EPIC. I have plenty of space at my house for you guys. Bring that awesome wife of yours. :)

      1. I just sent this link to some people in my office. They all laughed hysterically and agreed that they suck for living in STL and watching it on TV at home, when they could have been downtown with 150,000 other people.

        The countdown for Opening Day is on in STL, and Cardinals single-game tickets go on sale March 3rd. Brokers/StubHub is where we end up getting them about half the time (this will be my 17th consecutive Opening Day appearance). Our group starts tail-gating at 9 a.m. a block from the stadium. Hope to see you guys for what we all consider the best Opening Day in the whole country. :)

  22. Franco: One of the most entertaining blogs I have ever read and this will be a story you will tell for years, we will. I am glad you and your buddies made it back to Nashville and I can’t thank you again for the lift that evening. Please touch base with us the next time you are in STL. 11 in ’11!

      1. P.S. Could you please tell TStrick thank you again for letting me rest my tired legs on his lap that evening and if you all ever make it back to STL I’ll provide him a place to rest his, at a local watering hole, my treat. Keep in touch.

  23. I’m curious as to which gate you were at when you got in the stadium. The reason I ask is because the shouting “Let Me In,” the rush of people and the security guard trying to close the gate all sound very similar to what was going on when my husband and I got in the stadium in the 9th inning. I almost didn’t make it because my huge purse got caught and my husband pulled me in just before the gate was slammed shut. I still have the bruises from the ordeal and a cell phone video to prove it. Good times :)

    1. Not exactly sure Ann. I just know that it was on the third base side. We literally ran up the first steps we saw and ended up about even with 3rd base.

  24. I’m almost 100% convinced you guys rushed past me once in the stadium. I had aisle seats, near where your photo was taken, and around the 8th, I remember a group of guys rushing down the aisle, as if they stole someone’s money.

    Glad you boys had a good time. Next time, after watching St. Louis’ world famous baseball team, get a cheap hotel room, and drink your fill of St. Louis’ world famous beer!

  25. Enjoyed the story! What dumb luck that you found yourself in the stadium for the 9th. Game 7 was actually a bit of a dud, but it was the culmination of 1 of the wildest months in MLB history (certainly Cardinals history) and you’ll be hard pressed to find a city as happy as any city that clinches a World Series Game 7 at home. Glad you had a nice time, and stay a little longer next time! Come for a Cards-Cubs weekend, you won’t be disappointed.

  26. Glad you guys made it- and yes not only are Cardinals fans the best in the game but the ticketless are always let into the stadium for standing room only around the 8th inning playoffs, 7th inning regular season. I was down at the field front row, got let in same as you, and i have to say as a girl born and raised in Cardinals nation, it was the best night of my life. Hopefully this experience convinced you all to be diehard redbirds fans :) if you had been here for the weeks leading up to the world series you would have seen that many of the fountains in the city were running red water, the walls and floor inside monkey house at the zoo were covered in “happy flight! go cards!” chalk graffiti (we must have very smart monkeys) and the vast majority of businesses had banners and decorations like it was Christmas. People donated over $135,000 to the Cardinal Glennon Childrens Hospital in return for rally squirrel shirts that sold out faster than they could be printed. The last two weeks of the playoffs it was a sea of red- the grocery store, the bank, the gas station, the mall- everyone was wearing it 24/7. You saw the culmination of months of a city coming together, laughing and loving and cheering on young and old. We are the spirit of the game right here. Welcome to Cardinals Nation.

    1. oh yeah i even found a free discarded rally squirrel under a front row seat after we won! he had ketchup on his hand, beer on his fur, and love in his heart. and since he spent the night being kissed and cuddled by a 26 year old blonde and a 27 year old brunette, i think the rally squirrel had a great night too!

  27. A friend pointed me in the direction of this story saying she thinks a part of the story was about me. You’re welcome for taking initiative to undo the lock and get some fans in the game, all part of my job as a collegiate student looking for a good story. Glad my liquid courage that night was able to provide you and your friends’ with a good time in STL for game 7!

    1. My man! Watch the first two videos I posted and see if you can see yourself: http://www.nextlevelballplayer.com/baseball-tales/video-proof-game-7-of-the-world-series/

      In the vid of us running in, check out the kid I almost truck! Not proud of it, but seriously, why wasn’t he in his seat.

      How did you actually do it? We didn’t see it, just all of a sudden the gates flew open and it was a mad dash.

      Next time I’m at a Cards game, I’d love to buy you a beverage.

      -Franco

  28. awesome story, guys. a friend of mine sent this to me and told me it was something i would do. i replied after reading it that somehow i felt like i WAS there…well written, and well played, indeed. i live in nashville, but i have no fellow baseball addicts to join me on adventures like this, so if y’all ever need an extra body or extra gambling money for the good of the cause, i’m in. i must warn you, i’m a cubs fan.

    austin

  29. So, I just read this story again for about the fifth time. The biggest question is “did you cash in Red Suit’s business card for tix to this year’s World Series?”

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