I really liked Busch Stadium and have some fun Metly memories there. I blogged about them when the park was nearing its end. This is, I realize, way more than you want to know.
t used to get so hot on the Busch Stadium artificial turf that players would run off the field after each inning and jump — spikes and all — into tubs of ice water kept in the dugout.
I got this from a pretty good source: former Cardinals outfielder Bernard Gilkey.
Busch, despite the apparent discomfort for players in the humid Missouri summers, is one of my favorite places to see a game. I was sad when I realized this was the final year for the yard.
It's certainly true that Busch is a multi-purpose ash tray along the lines of Three Rivers, Riverfront and the Vet, all of whom have preceded it in being demolished. But the little arches along the top made it a little different, and adding natural grass a few years back was a tremendous step forward — and I presume a step cooler, too for the players. Plus, Cardinal fans are among the best in all of baseball and you can't help but get swept up in the group hug that is a game at Busch.
I've been able to attend six games at Busch over the years. Here are some of my favorite memories:
April 24, 1985: Cardinals 5, Mets 1
I was getting pretty homesick toward the end of my first year at University of Missouri, and my passion for the Mets was not a well-concealed secret.
So when a friend from the dorm suggested I join him for a sprint to St. Louis to see the Cards play the Mets, I jumped at the chance even though it meant skipping out on my News 105 class -- the boot camp of journalism school. It was the first time I'd seen the Mets as a visiting team.
This was at the height of the Cardinals-Mets rivalry, and the pitching match-up couldn't beat. Dwight Gooden was early in his Cy Young Award season, and Jaoquin Andujar was the Cards' ace.
Gooden lost just four games all season, and I saw two of them in person. This was one. He didn't pitch poorly, giving up two runs on four hits in seven innings. But the Mets couldn't manage more than a run off Andujar.
The Cards, of course, went on to choke away the World Series to the cross-state rival Royals that season, with Vince Coleman getting run over by the Busch Stadium tarp machine and Andujar melting down in Game Seven.
Andujar – who was never the same after that season – didn't fully grasp English, as indicated in his famous baseball quote. “There's one word in America that says it all and that one word is ‘You never know.'”
The News 105 professor also happened to the School of Journalism's assistant dean, and he was curious why I missed class.
“Mets were playing the Cardinals, Gooden vs. Andujar,” I pleaded. Of course he'd understand.
His stone-faced response: “Interesting. Not a valid excuse, but interesting.”
July 10, 1993: Cardinals 9, Rockies 3 (Future Met content)
My editors at The Flint Journal knew of my love for all things St. Louis and sent me to write a travel story about the city. Armed with an expense account, my wife and I caught up with my buddy Tony and his wife for a weekend of fun – all in the name of research, of course.
Tony, a man of remarkable patience, survived being my roommate at Missouri, and we've been close since.
Naturally, a game at Busch Stadium was on our list of things to see, and the Rockies, in their inaugural year, were in town. Even more exciting, we found out that the Cardinals offered stadium tours.
This was too good to pass up. We were not allowed in the clubhouse – there was a game that night, after all -- but we got some behind-the-scenes peeks of the press box and other areas.
The highlight, by far, was going out on the field and hanging out in the dugout. The artificial turf was indeed like fuzzy concrete with very little bounce. That didn't stop us from doing sweet Ozzie Smith flips. Well, more like Tony holding my feet while I did something resembling a handstand for a photo. But properly cropped, me and Ozzie are one and the same!
After exploring the field, the tour took us into the Cardinals museum, which has since moved across the street. The Cards have a pretty rich history, and it was all displayed well. Much to our glee, we found that on some Saturday afternoons, a Cardinals player is in the museum to meet fans.
And there, as if he was one of the exhibits, was outfielder Bernard Gilkey. There wasn't a big crowd that day, so we had plenty of time to chat.
This was a surprise, so I wasn't prepared with a ball for Bernard to sign. I offered the bill of my Cards home cap as he gave us the inside scoop about the turf, and that the temperature on the field sometimes reached 110 degrees, hence the ice water.
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We returned later for the game, a Cardinals rout over the expansion Rockies. Mark Whiten and Brian Jordan supplied much of the damage, hitting three- and two-run jacks.
July 26, 1995: Cardinals 3, Mets 2
Will and I were in St. Louis for the National Sports Collectors Convention, and it just worked out that the Mets were in town. Naturally we were at Busch when the gates opened and hustled down to the box seats to watch batting practice.
But even better, we saw Bret Saberhagen tossing in the bullpen. Busch used to have the bullpens in foul territory along the stands, and you could get right up there and stand maybe 10 to 15 feet from the pitcher.
Saberhagen was really airing it out, and we were stunned by the velocity. The slap of the ball into the catcher's mitt echoed throughout the empty ballpark.
It's one thing to sit deep in the stands and watch a pitcher hurling from the mound. But it was another to stand just a few feet away and watch Saberhagen throw some gas.
"Sabes" was in his waning days as a Met.
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After a couple throws we went down by the catcher to try to get a batter's perspective. That was probably as close as we were ever going to get to standing in a major league batter's box.
Again, we were amazed at how fast the ball came. We couldn't understand how a batter could see the ball, judge where it would pass through the strike zone, decide to swing and actually move the bat through the zone in the fraction of a second it took for the ball to leave Saberhagen's palm to reach the plate.
It's a series of calculations and movements that have to occur in the blink of an eye — or less.
“At what point do you decide to swing?” Will said. “Is the ball still in his hand? Is he still in the delivery?”
We all harbor dreams that we could dig in at plate and get a hit one off these guys. That day I came to the conclusion that I wouldn't be able to make contact with one of Saberhagen's pitches if I went up there with a piece of plywood instead of a bat.
We didn't know it, but It also was one of the last times Saberhagen would appear in a Mets uniform. He was 5-5 with a 3.35 ERA in his fourth season with the team and was soon traded to the Colorado Rockies.
On the light side, you can always find something interesting and new at the ballpark. We noticed that a group of guys in our section would be cheering or groaning at the end of each half-inning, and it didn't seem to be connected to the game. Journalists are nosey by nature, so we asked what they were up to.
Turns out at the end of an inning, the pitcher or the fielder who made the last out will throw the ball on the mound for the next pitcher to pick up. Sometimes the ball will stay on the dirt of the mound; sometimes it would roll onto the turf. These guys were betting on which would happen.
As for the game, the Mets came up short in the tenth inning, the fifth game of a six-game losing streak. We sensed it would be a long day when the line-up included the likes of Rico Brogna at first, Tim Bogar at short and Alberto Castillo catching.
Not only were Cardinals players better, I think their coaching staff would have polished off the Mets that day – it included Hall-of-Famers Lou Brock, Bob Gibson and Red Schoendienst.
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