Ok. That Was Fun.

And luckily, my friend Deborah had the forethought to bring a freakin' camera!  As opposed to me.

And I don't think she'll mind that I stole her pictures from her FaceBook album to post here.  At least I hope not.

Here we are on the way into Game 6 of the World Series here in St. Louis.  As I'm sure you can guess, the atmosphere at this point was a little crazy, but mostly subdued.  It hurt a little to hope they'd win.

By the end of the 7th, the temperature was hovering at 42 degrees.  Knitters represent!  Again I was lucky to have included Deborah in this outing -- she had an extra pair of fingerless gloves (possum no less -- that stuff is warm) and she let me wear them.  Why I didn't bring my own pair is something I can't explain.  Deborah wore her lighter-than-air-Cardinals-red angora kerchief.  I wore my Malabrigo reverse-engineered-from-Elf-the-movie hat.  Perfect.

The 14-year-olds we brought with us were a little shakey under the pressure after Hamilton's 2-run homer in the 10th.  Gawd, what a nail-biter.

And the rest is history.  No body left the stadium until the team was off the field.  So. Much. Fun!