The first-ever Park Hill Loop Pageant drew four solid contestants. There was a jogging latina, a walking latina, and Mary Lyons and her friend Courtney. The jogger got the nod. She had a little Greta Kuntzweiler in her, with an extra cute, engaging smile, and a stylish outfit—black Adidas pants and a black North Face windbreaker. I walked and jogged the loop twice in 2:25:39, with the first five miles in 1:13:39, and the second in 1:12:00. My mile splits varied from 13:20 to 15:29. I think I might be able to go two laps of the Rocky Raccoon at that pace. About two hours later, after I hit a bucket of range balls, I played First Tee's par-three course in 37, with 2 pars, 5 bogies, 1 double, and 1 triple (at least partially caused by a freakish, 130-yard pitching wedge on No. 9). I used 16 putts.
STAN MUSIAL OBITUARY
I have a Stan Musial story. In April of 1988, I was in the pressbox of the old Busch Stadium. I got on the elevator, and, one floor down, Fred Bird got on board. You know, Fred Bird, the mascot. I tried talking to him, but, of course, got no response, other than nods and such. We went down another floor, and friggin' Stan Musial got on. So, it's Fred Bird, Stan Musial, and me. I was so awed I couldn't think of anything to say. I mean, I'm on an elevator almost alone with Stan Musial, except for this stuffed Cardinal. I have given the matter twenty-five years of thought, and still have no idea what I should've said. It's awful that Stan's died, but at least I don't have to worry about a repeat of that circumstance.
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