These are the opening lines of the email my friend Sarah sent me at 11:43 PM Thursday:
Hey sorry about the cardinals! The only good thing is it won’t conflict with Stevie Wonder.
At 12:51 AM Friday I wrote her back:
I think you reverse jinxed us.
So, thanks to the weather postponement on Wednesday, and whatever the hell happened last night to save the Cardinals from their final strike not once, but twice, the first Game 7 in almost a decade is being played in St. Louis after the craziest World Series game I have ever seen and I HAVE PLANS.
Not, “oh I can reschedule because I can do this some other time” kind of plans, either. Once in a lifetime, seeing-Stevie-Wonder-in-semi-private-concert-at-the-Waldorf-Astoria-for-free plans.
Stupid Mother Nature.
So here’s what’s going to happen: I’m going to SB’s for the first hour of the game, then running to the Waldorf Astoria (it’s a short walk) for the concert, while SB DVRs the innings I’m missing, then coming back and trying to catch up. You are probably better off not texting or emailing me until the wee hours of Saturday morning, but I’m going to turn my phone off just in case.
Also I may be wearing a Halloween costume. I bought it for a party a few years ago, a party that was also scheduled on the day a Game 7 might have been played, had one been necessary. In 2006.