Though blazingly hot, the weekend was a superb one! My parents and grandma came to visit on Friday night – the purpose for their collective visit was to hear our community children’s choir sing God Bless America at the Cardinal game on Saturday evening. Singing at the game has been our focus for several months and we were all very excited about the prospect of being recognized on a larger scale. Because of my Symphony Chorus obligations this past year conflicting with the kids rehearsals on the same night, I haven’t been able to be as involved as I was last year, but have remained as active as I could as the program manager (my self-appointed title) by sending notes home, fielding questions, making phone calls for the group, etc.
When we all arrived at the Stadium Saturday afternoon I found out that I too would be able to enter the field with the kids, which made me very excited! After counting noses and organizing 33 excitable children, we were led through a special gate and into the bowels of Busch Stadium where we waited before entering the field. As we crossed from the tunnel onto the field I could have sworn I heard music from The Natural or Field of Dreams playing in my head. (I often feel like moments of my life have a soundtrack.) And though this music was only audible to me, being on the field looking out into the stands and into the dugout was quite real. Mere inches away was I from Chris Duncan, Aaron Miles, and Jose Oquendo.
As I was openly gawking at all there was to see around me, I realized there was a player who had approached our group and was signing as many autographs as he could manage. Even with his head bent, I recognized the small build and easy smile of shortstop David Eckstein. David’s work ethic and sportsmanship have made him one of our family’s favorites – my dad was able to get his autograph at Spring Training a few years ago. But I one-upped my dad. I got to meet him. After hovering around him, he was so nice to ask me if I wanted to get my picture taken with him, and I quickly replied, “Yes, please.” Behold: me and the 2006 World Series MVP.
After the picture was taken I was able to tell him how proud I was of him for winning the MVP, to which he looked me in the eye, smiled, and thanked me. And while he was leaning my way, notice that he’s not not that much bigger than me!
The kids did a stellar job on the Gershwin classic and our 30 seconds of fame was all we hoped it would be.
After finishing our patriotic musical selection, we made our way back into the stadium and to our seats. Thankfully a large, fluffy cloud blocked the setting sun, giving us a beautiful view of the western sky and helped make the humid July evening quite tolerable.
And if my weekend couldn’t be more enjoyable, I was treated to a going away BBQ in my honor last night. One of my dear music professor colleagues/mentors and her husband hosted several of my music friends and fellow employees at their home. The evening was filled with wonderful food, laughter, and the kind of conversation that dorky musicians appreciate.
So many special memories and moments made over the past few days…I am a blessed girl, indeed.