Luck-o-the-Irish

We, no shit, took a trip to Tulsa on the spur of the moment. Well, as spur-of-the-moment as a family can be. Basically, we woke up on Friday not knowing we were going anywhere and Friday after school/work we were packing our bags. We stayed downtown, on the tenth floor of a Holiday Inn. From our window we could see the Central Library, a fountain, a courtyard and about three parking garages -- not to mention all the tall buildings towering above us.

As we always do, after checking in at a hotel, we took an elevator tour. We went to the third floor to check out the fitness facility, the first floor to find the business center and restaurant, and the second floor to see the swimming pool. As we were leaving the second floor some guys in swim trunks and open shirts got on the elevator with drinks in their hands. They were too tan for March and one was wearing jewelry. Right away they started and dominated a conversation about my son's St. Louis Cardinal t-shirt. They asked if we were there to see the trophy. We were just able to communicate our confusion when the elevator door opened to the tenth floor and the gentleman with the gold chain held it there to tell us why he was in Tulsa that weekend. While the kids circled anxiously around us -- the doors trying to close twice and the elevator alarm sounding continuously -- the gold-clad gentleman told us how he would be taking the World Series Trophy to Oneok Stadium the following day. He practically demanded we come down and take a picture with it. We told him we would, not sure if our arrangement was made out of empathy or to stop the chaos, and the doors closed leaving us with the hum of the ice machine, the smell of liquor, and the reverberating sound of the alarm. 

Needless to say, the Stadium was within walking distance from the hotel for everyone but our daughter, who was a champion the whole way there and earned a few piggy-back rides on the way back. It was a beautiful morning, a gorgeous walk and the guys from the elevator recognized us and remembered that I am from St. Louis. They gave me a tour of the trophy, donning white gloves to turn it around and show me the Tiffany stamp on it's bottom edge. It was very nice of them. I'm not actually a fan of Pro or College Sports, but I am a huge fan of all things shiny. And this was very shiny!