The 2011 “Where’d You Sit” Map

I haven’t done this before, but in the interest of marking where I was sitting when I took pictures at baseball games, I present you the map of seating locations where I currently have been or have purchased tickets in the 2011 St. Louis Cardinals season (will be updated as the summer goes on):

You can click the map to see a larger version.

Kids’ Opening Weekend – Section 368, Row 6, Seats 8–13
Kids’ Second Game – Section 453, Row 1
Date with My Wife – Commissioner’s Box, Row C, Seats 1–2
Game with Dad – Section 344

Get This Kid a Skateboard, Now

I was sitting at my desk today and happened to turn around when the kids came down for lunch. When I did this, I saw that my son was moving down the stairs much faster than he should have been able to.

Upon asking, I found that he’s learned to do this:

The Markel Opening Day Foodstravaganza

The Cards blew it on Opening Day, but that doesn’t mean we didn’t have a great time, and I think we’ve just established a new tradition here at the Markel household. There’s no possible way I was going to be able to get tickets for all six of us to go, so we had to be creative and figure out a way to have some fun while staying home during the game.

The first step is to act like a real St. Louisan and immerse yourself in the game and the festivities which surround it as early in the day as possible. This means turning on the news, because every TV stations’ news crews here were all down at the ballpark where they belong. If you want to do something heinous in St. Louis and escape media attention, Opening Day is a pretty good choice in terms of timing. A good high speed chase or even a political scandal would be a good choice.

The next step is to make sure you have access to watching the game. Thanks to a fluke of the Internet and my subscription to MLB.tv, this is not a problem, blackout restrictions or no. We were unable to verify this until just before the game was to start. Needless to say, I was holding my breath, but I would have listened to it on the radio, even if I would have had to withstand the incomparable verbal diarrhea of Mike Shannon.

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