With the Sun slowly fading and the clouds multiplying, the thought of a rain delay lingered. As I counted down the minutes until my long awaited departure, my patience grew thinner. All of my co-workers were past late on the one day I wanted to get off early. Suddenly, the backdoor of the sweat box creaked open and familiar voices filled the kitchen. After a few quick greetings, I quietly exited the restaurant before getting called back for extra duties.
My arrival at home was one of short lived celebration. Gliding across my dark hardwood floors, I rushed to put on all my Cardinal gear. After swapping article for article, I found a plethora of St. Louis logos upon me. Stumbling, my fiancée, Tierra, and I hurried through the door, locking it behind us.
A beam of light blinded me as I sped away from our parking spot. “The Sun is finally shining,” Tierra cheered. “I guess the game will go better than I thought.” Still on a time crunch, I nodded politely, turning all of my attention to the black pavement ahead. We hit the corner hard before stopping in front of well-groomed home.
Tony was planted on his front porch when I pulled up. Lethargically strolling to the car, his red seemed more evident than mine, his massive beard raging. I spoke as I turned up the radio and punched the gas pedal. Lost on his block, my compact Mazda 3 seemed to swerve its own way out of the maze. With the smell of burnt rubber still lingering, I finally glanced at the clock. Thirty minutes until the game began, but we still had to pick up Toodie.
No one was in sight when we arrived at Toodie’s house. After a fifteen minute drive I expected her to be prepared. Bruising my fingers I impatiently dialed her phone. No answer. Without her car visible the conclusion was instantly that she was not home. The car was placed into drive and took off without a moment’s notice. I was in a hurry to get to the stadium.
Downtown was painted red. The streets were filled with laughter and upbeat...