For my buddy, Bryan's 50th, him and his wife flipped the bill for a suite at Busch Stadium. It was going to be just like the old days.
Back in the 1900's, we owned that city. That was the feeling, at least. Drinking everything within a 3-mile radius, taking over our hotel like we were an 80s rock band playing the city, then moving on to the next. Fearless and bulletproof. And last weekend we were. All you can eat and all you can drink...all inclusive. Who is that that keeps yelling at the top of their lungs that the Cardinals players suck?? Sorry, that's me. Someone has to tell them. An afternoon of gluttony and rabble rousing. Only difference is that it's 25 years later. But we're smarter now...instead of spending $500 at the bar, we set up our own bars inside our rooms. Fucking brilliant, right? Most of the gang is there. Amazing that we've lasted 95% of our lifetimes together. This 50th was representative of at least five of us. Don't remember going to bed that night, but I'm sure I had a great time, laughing like pirates, up until then. Then we got the call at 10am...from my 9yr old daughter...who was calling from a neighbor's phone...a neighbor of my sister-in-law and brother-in-law who were watching the kids. Her uncle had a seizure. A bad one. Obviously, this ensued a Sunday of pure chaos. CPR, screaming, crying, emergency vehicles, friends and neighbors leaping into action as April and I tried to fly back asafp. Fast forward to right now. He is alive and stable. But there are so many questions that we are waiting to be answered that will affect the upcoming minutes, hours, days, years. One second you are making pancakes for your niece and nephew on a Sunday...the next second you're on the ground seizing and unable to breathe or function in any way. It very well could've been...maybe should've been one of us playing rock star in St. Louis. But it was the guy watching the littles, who doesn't drink, who is healthy, who was in his jammies. Regardless though, it happened. On a dime. So you don't know. You never know. In a 2 1/2 day whirlwind, I've reached out at some point to everyone I was with in StL, and my Denver tribe. I love them all. I love you all. Because it's just too short and anything can happen at any moment. So love.
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