
The 9-9-9 Experiment
A significant amount of the planning for this sunny Thursday in St. Louis revolved around part of the ticket purchase I had made for the game that day. Namely, we would be sitting in the All You Can Eat section in the upper left field bleachers at Busch Stadium and seeing how much of the Cardinals’ included fare we could (never mind should) pack away. We ate a late dinner the night before – though that was hardly the plan. By the time we left the book event, it was closing in on 10 pm and all the restaurants we could find in the vicinity were closed or closing by then. We wound up getting pizza and wings, which was at least a good bit of ballast to hold us over until the AYCE festivities began. No need to pay for the not-included hotel breakfast buffet!

Let’s start off, though, by talking about the price of these tickets. $39. No, that’s not the convenience fee. That’s not 78% of parking (as it would be at Dodger Stadium). That’s the whole ticket price. And it includes all the hot dogs, bratwurst, popcorn, chicken tenders, fries, nachos, peanuts, ice cream and fountain drinks you can knock down. Possibly even a couple more items I’ve forgotten. I once sat in the AYCE seats at Dodger Stadium and found the food pretty disappointing. Tiny drink cups that did little on a hot day. Only basic condiments for hot dogs. Not much else, as I recall. I read a couple reviews of the Busch Stadium offerings in advance and had a much more optimistic outlook on what we were going to get. And, let’s be honest, anything you get for $39 – which included a seat to the game, mind you! – is gravy. Or ketchup, I suppose.
With the hot dogs covered and beer plentiful and relatively inexpensive at a ballpark named for it, Daniel decided this was a good time to find out if he could complete a 9-9-9 challenge. As in 9 beers and 9 hot dogs in 9 innings. He set a good early pace thanks to finding a place that sold half-price beers before the game started, so he was well stocked to begin the pursuit of, uh, glory?

Reader, I’m going to cut to the chase and leave out all the bad hot dog puns. He stayed on target for about four innings but petered out around the 6th inning with somewhere between 5 and 6 of each down the chute. But you know even the 23-year-old body is subject to certain limitations, and he was really feeling the effects of the booze, food and sun. I could tell he really was quitting the challenge when he gave away an unopened beer to someone in the neighboring seats.
Personally, I went for the bratwurst instead of hot dogs and was perfectly content with two of them. Plus some nachos, peanuts and cold lemonade and water. Oh, and one ice cream. I’d guess if you added up the cost of those items at a standard stadium concession stand, you’d well exceed $39. Plus, you know, we also got to see a ballgame. From the front row of the section, no less.

So, oh yeah, there was a game, too. The Pittsburgh Pirates were in town to face the hometown Cardinals, and I was excited to see some of the talent on the field. Pittsburgh’s wunderkind young shortstop Konnor Griffin had been called up a few weeks earlier and was in the lineup, as was electric center fielder O’Neil Cruz (we were fortunate in our timing, as both got hurt within a week or two). We also saw the Cardinals’ smooth-fielding rookie second baseman J.J. Wetherholt, who also got off to a productive start to the season as a leadoff hitter, and the imposing right fielder Jordan Walker, who was among the NL’s best hitters to start the season. Plus the Cardinals’ starting pitcher was a very familiar face, and head of flowing red hair, longtime Dodger Dustin May.
The second batter of the game, Brandon Lowe of the Pirates, hit a ball into the corner below our seats, and our angle limited our view of the play. Lowe appeared to hit an inside-the-park home run after the ball hit the wall in left field and bounced far away from the left fielder. I could see the home-plate umpire waving a finger in a circle, signaling the ball was a home run, but Lowe kept running as if the ball were in play. Only later did the league officially rule the play a homer of the outside-the-park variety.

The Pirates roughed May up for four runs in 5 ⅓ innings and rolled to a 6-2 victory. Both Griffin and Cruz doubled, so we got to see plenty of excitement. Busch Stadium is also a great place to see a game, with red seats everywhere you look. Though I’m not usually a bleacher bum when I go to games, being in the front row of the section definitely added a fun element to sitting out in Big Mac Land, so named because Mark McGwire frequently blasted homers up there. Of the two Missouri parks we’d now visited, I’d still favor KC as the more aesthetically pleasing of the two with its fountains and giant crown-capped centerfield scoreboard. No knock on the “new” Busch Stadium, though.
Also, I have to throw out a special mention to the staff at both parks. There must be some sort of Missouri nice that just comes with living there, because everyone we encountered was just great to us. I’d swear there was a Cardinals staff member for every 3 fans, because they were ubiquitous. Great attention to the fan experience at both parks, and I definitely hope to visit them again sometime.
Getting Our Arch On

Gateway Arch
The advantage of a day game is that we had time to do something afterwards before beginning our next driving stage to get us heading toward Chicago. This trip didn’t have a lot of leeway, so we were aiming to meet up with the LG community before another day game on Friday. But also, I didn’t necessarily want to drive all the way from St. Louis to Chicago that evening after potentially overeating at the ballpark and touring some of the city. That meant a plan to drive about 190 miles on Thursday night and the final 100 or so to Chicago on Friday morning.
The excessively obvious and certainly hard-to-miss thing to see when one is in downtown St. Louis is the Gateway Arch. Situated just a few (fairly long) blocks from Busch Stadium along the Mississippi River, the Arch is actually in its own (particularly small) national park. And if one is going to visit the Arch, one might as well buy the (excessively expensive) ticket to ride to the top for a chance to enjoy the (exceedingly brief) time allotted to take in the views. But it’s worth doing anyway!

You have to go through TSA-like security to go into the museum and the Arch itself, but fortunately we weren’t trying to pass through with a large suitcase this time. Also, you can keep your water. Tickets to ride to the top assign you to a specific time slot, and you have to squeeze into one of eight tiny pod cabins that hold up to five passengers each. Thankfully, we aren’t claustrophobic. Then you get about 10 minutes at the top, where you can look out the west across St. Louis and the east across the Mississippi into Illinois.
At 630 feet the tallest man-made monument in the U.S., the Arch provides excellent views on what was fortunately a clear sunny day for us. The 10 minutes go by fast, but it’s still enough time to take plenty of photos and enjoy the scenery. Honestly, I’m not sure you’d want to stay up there too much longer. If it’s windy (they built the Arch to sway up to 18 inches), you’d probably be ready to head down sooner, I suspect.
On the Road Again
The most interesting place historically along the road north from St. Louis to Chicago would probably be the state capital, Springfield, and the great many Abraham Lincoln-related sights – his restored birth home, his presidential library, his tomb. It’s also part of historic Route 66. But we drove through in the middle of the evening and didn’t see any of it. Instead, we ate sushi.

AYCE lunch wasn’t quite going to get us through for the rest of the day, but we weren’t hungry enough when we were pulling out of St. Louis. Thanks to Yelp, however, we targeted a place with good reviews a couple hours up the road … and it was surprisingly good. A bit of a quirky place, and potentially a daring choice considering how far we were from an ocean. But it’s 2026 and it didn’t feel especially risky. Daniel even got one roll that arrived on fire, which was a fun bonus.
From there we made our way to the overnight destination I’d selected for exactly one reason … distance. Chenoa, Illinois, is not a remotely interesting place to stay. But for a clean room with a decent shower and something resembling breakfast in the morning, it fit the bill just fine. Daniel was determined to find whatever constituted nightlife in this very snoozy little roadside nook, and he walked down the road to a local bar. The local bar, to be precise.
I watched the final episode of Stephen Colbert’s run on CBS after catching the end of the local news from Peoria. A side note on that news broadcast, if I may. Peoria has a population of about 113,000 as of 2020 and is the largest town in its section of central Illinois. I think it would be generous to say the broader area includes more than a couple hundred thousand residents. Yet, it passes for an urban center in these parts and therefore gets a fully local news broadcast plus a full slate of very local and mostly amateurish commercials. The sports report included video from several high school baseball and softball games and a track meet. I say all this because I live in a city three times as large as Peoria that is just one of dozens of extension cities surrounding Los Angeles and therefore has nothing close to its own local TV channel with that kind of hyper-local coverage. The math would suggest the greater Inland Empire with a few million residents could amply support being its own media market, but for some reason Peoria gets that privilege instead. As do, I suspect quite a lot of other towns we dwarf in size sprinkled across the country. Perspective gained, that’s for sure.
As I prepared to go to sleep, the following text message chain ensued:
Daniel: I’ve been offered to go shoot guns in a field.
Me: Um … maybe not a great plan. We are far from a hospital.
Daniel: This guy is actually a paramedic. So …
Me: And I’d rather not have the trip end here.
You probably guessed that the trip didn’t end that night, nor were any shots fired. I’m such a spoilsport.

















































































