The only thing I wanted was the baseball to hit me right in the face.
Or in any place. Just hit me, I thought, because I am the Busch Stadium outfield wall and the Cardinals sure have their backs against me.
Game 6, 2011 World Series, five years ago Thursday. And for this debacle-turned-spectacle, I had the best seat in the house, even though I had to stand.
I’ve experienced a lot in my 10 years, but no one — not even my ivy-covered ilk in Chicago or the green, monstrous counterpart in Boston’s park — ever had seen this.